this house creaks and groans

it buzzes, beeps, ticks and clicks

life affirming rythm

over the village

white clouds billowing upwards

a shadow falling

along the central belt

roaring traffic, factories,

tree-lined motorway

over and over

searching for that missing part

knowing it’s not there

winter seems to drag

its heels and rakes cold fingers

through tender green shoots

snow on the mountains

May blossoms blow on the wind

around Forth Valley

a house so quiet

the creaking of heating pipes

outside the sun shines

petrochemicals

filthy invisible clouds

my mother coughing

rising too early

a distant dog barks, a dove

calls, I still my breath

broken deamless sleep

thoughts weaving through tangled webs

worry and regret