Follow, follow, follow your heart let it lead you where you must go.
night and day. There’s a hill
to the west, a wood to the north,
a gossip of seeds bringing news.
Suddenly there’s the –
three of us in the bog.
Amanda, Alyson and Ollie the dog
who lies down and laps the murky water.
But it’s more than any of this or that too.
It’s another country here,
a magical stone sphere.
I can’t help it – I fall in love with this old stone –
two million years old
and still going.