The feeling of mountains lasts well into the forest,

the rain only falls for a moment and then I drive out

of the firs that are like ink stiffening on the page

and down into blue meadows and sloping gardens. The mountains

come with me all the time

After the mountains and the forest and the meadows

there is the river ferry going across sunlit water,

Ah life is easy now I am on the water

and not on land, the other side of the river

always has that hesitant promise about it,

even though the pears are just as unripe over there!

Beyond the glide of orchards, the bus

cranks down into the little town of Cattewater,

with its spiritual swimming pools, its lapidary merchants,

its neglected gift shops",and at the top

of Greenfingers Street -the Dreaming School…

All around the Dreaming School is a cool fence

and I am soon enroled and being scolded to sleep

in my bedroom by a handsome bare-legged woman who makes me 

                                           think

about sex and draws a curtain over the afternoon window

with her big-thumbed hands and says, 'you are not the first,

thunder boy, fresh down from your mountain.’

'Is this my first dream?' I stammer. Smiling,

she says, 'the feeling of mountains lasts well

into the forest, the rain only falls for a moment and then."