Urquhart by Raymond A. Foss
The ruins of red brick and stone
just above the surface of the loch
walk down to the shore, by the edge
I stared out into the mist
hanging over the water
She was out there, but invisible to me
I sensed her presence
hidden in the fog, of time,
the peated deep,
the enlightened “reality” of science.
How sad for us
Standing on the edge of Loch Ness, 1999.