This is the first poem in my new collection, 'Glamourie'.                                                  It also appeared in 'Scotia Nova'.


          Everything came from somewhere else.
          The land arrived as lava or by sea,
          minches were shaped, tongued, grooved 
          in the waltz of continents,
          words knocked spots off each other,
          letters were hacked and notched
          by Romans and Vikings, 
          merchants, monks and scribes.
          Tribes travelled, said ‘Ach well’ and stayed.
          And here, finding ways of being
          this piece of earth 
          whose cities, moors and skies
          inhabit us, we are –
          a motley crew.