Beauties of the Northwest

I. a daytrip to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park

which comes back to you in drifts of memory
the shape of the sculptures,
the properly mysterious knotting and bunching
of Merlot-black materials, metals
and fibreglass, as if
the Yorkshire air had been ruffled
and calloused into solidity, or like scrap,
these jeep-sized bits of space, trailing their
explanatory plaques, weather-lacquered
and futile; trailing their talk of
             bringing out the inherent resonance
of material; a mystery, a mystery to you; mysterious also
the meaning other visitors found - appeared to - in these
dense clutterings of properties, these pieces of space
...