Andy Goldsworthy, Balanced rocks / brought down by the incoming tide / those in a line / bouncing and banging / as they fell / then rolled around by the sea, 1993
North Pole – 24 April, 1989
I mourn you like the loss of this poem after it is finished.
When the subway came in, puddles darkening on my jacket
as they squelched beneath my rainboots, a man sitting near me
asked why I still loved you- I said you are the only thing
that has been with me my whole…