Invisible treasures

Running rest-day ...

... and I'm continuing my backwards countdown to National Poetry Day, which is on Thursday 3rd October this year ;-)

So, the 2010 theme was 'home' and - as regular readers will know - I'm a bit of a Norman MacCaig fan, and his poem Rich Day, for me, encapsulates Northern Scotland - which might not be my physical home, but is probably my spiritual one:


RICH DAY

All day we fished
the loch clasped in the throat
of Canisp, that scrawny mountain,
and caught trout and
invisible treasures.

We walked home, ragged millionaires,
our minds jingling, our fingers
rustling the air.

And now, lying on the warm sand,
we see
the rim of the full moon
rest on a formal corrugation of water
at the feet of
a Britannia cloud:
sea and sky, one golden sovereign
that will never be spent.

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The poem is actually taken from the pictured, 2010 auto-biography by Andrew Greig ... I've never found it in any of MacCaig's other published works?

Would be interested if anyone can point to where else its been published??