Clare's vision
Look! you said, look there
pointing, where in a line curved east to west across the sky
with steady beating wings, you counted four, then nine, now twelve
east to west across the sky, a flight of eagles
shadow show against the light, the bright and luminous
numinous it somehow seemed, to make the neck hairs rise
that glorious Autumn day
28th October, Hounoux, for Clare with love
