Going from top to bottom
Or feeling the world from left to right:
Flatlands are never purely horizontal,
Mountains often give up
Their vertical nature,
When seen from above…
As though the spines of books,
They look at me on Lake Garda –
The nature of the visual is of space
while the verbal is of time –
a fine confluence of genres.
I am a horizon
Stretching through your perpendicular,
You are a green line
Through the centre of my palm.