fifteen alone & lost
I found myself stuck
late in the mountain night
in Snowdonia
the cars had stopped
walking had ceased to get me anywhere
as my steps slowed in the dark
I slipped over a dry stone wall
huddled in a corner against the wind
& slept dreaming of giants a giantess
gold hair cascading on her shoulders
promising better days to come
if I would drink the water there
& woke in the dawn to silence
but for the crows cawing in the distance
I was powerfully thirsty with nothing
climbed back over the wall
put my thumb to the first truck
he stopped then asked me: which is it then?
I had no answer no understanding
he drove me into the local town
& drove away smiling shaking his head
as I went to buy water Dwr yr Wyddfa
drinking sitting on a low grey wall
later as I stuck my thumb out to leave
the same truck stopped again
& as I climbed inside he asked again
which is it then?
& as I shrugged he told me
of Idris the giant sitting gazing the stars
there on his mountain Cadair Idris
& if anyone slept the night on his mountain
in the morning they wake either
a poet or a madman
so which was it to be please?