This poem is ten years old. I remembered it when walking through the forest yesterday so decided to follow that intention and post an excerpt today (from the Prophecy pamphlet – on my website). It made me realise how much we work in circles, spiraling outwards, then back in, then out again. Returning to the same cornerstones, smoothing rough edges a little more each time, or adding new stones to the cairns. I heard Carol Ann Duffy say once that we keep writing the same poem, just in a million different ways. I think she might be right.