The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream,
And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae.
I think of Giotto the Tuscan shepherd's dream,
Christ, man and creature in their inner day.
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a poem for our time in covid lockdown looking back in 2022 and thinking of what we have lost as the car has returned to dominate us