I flew above the old airfield,
estuary, hill, grey seals, The Bitches.
The Ramsey razorbills mobbed me,
their blabber and hubbub woke me.
I fell, serrated, volcanic,
ripped into Horse Rock whirlpool.
Pyramidal granite grazed my sides.
hard pressure hurt me.
Forest patterns catch in half-moonlight,
pulse along the slopes of Watersnake Hill.
In a clearing, I sleep on the sacrificial rock.
Andromeda rests in the winter sky.