blackhouse
when I squat down
by a stone wall
the moment enters
windless
broken arms around me
naked to the sky
filled with a hearth of tree
a machair rug
when I lose
all sense of others
as far as the sea
and then some
slip
down a funnel
become
my own dwelling
Sarah Harrison Reid lives in Scotland. She has an MA in Creative Writing (with Distinction). Inspired by nature, love and loss, she has always written poetry. She has been published in Poetry Scotland, Dreich, Another North, Feral and Keep Yer Heid.