Surveying the landscape
on a working visit, along paths
beside the brown bubbling

water of the mountain stream
with dippers and dragonflies
over grass full of foxglove

between large blocks of granite
and somewhere beyond that
the occasional bleating of a sheep

past a marshy field
with little splash-fountains
of frogs hopping about

and passing under the waterfall
that splashes into a dark
swirling pool

reaching a cave
where the floor is mossy
and the air is chilly

and the walls light up
in a pattern of flashes
that flare up white

Sinking there
in the dim, yet white, emptiness
and breathing deeper