About the poet
Andrew Greig's second collection Men on Ice in 1977 changed his life. He had been what he calls...
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Orkney/ This Life
It is big sky and its changes,
the sea all round and the waters within.
It is the way sea and sky
work off each other constantly,
like people meeting in Alfred Street,
each face coming away with a hint
of the other's face pressed in it.
It is the way a week-long gale
ends, and folk emerge to hear
a single bird cry way high up.
It is the way you lean to me,
the way I lean to you, as if
we are each other's prevailing;
how we connect along our shores,
the way we are tidal islands,
joined for hours then inaccessible,
I'll go for that, and smile when I
pick sand off myself in the shower.
It is the way Scotland looks to the South,
the way we enter friends' houses
to leave what we came with, or flick
the kettle's switch and wait.
This is where I want to live,
close to where the heart gives out,
ruined, perfected, an empty arch against the sky
where birds fly through instead of prayers,
while in Hoy Sound the ferry's engines thrum
this life this life this life.
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