At sunset have we reached our solstice?
Is the darkness about to draw in on our love?
Will we look back together when the sun never rises?
Or will we not know where each other has gone?
Poetry?
I am going to bed (5)
I am going to bed to stare at the darkness
I am going to bed to think of the sweetness
I am going to bed to sleep the sleep of the sleepy
I am going to bed to write sleep-drizzled poetry
I am going to bed (4)
I am going to bed to feel cool cotton on my back
I am going to bed to fall fast asleep with my nose in a book
I am going to bed to wonder what trend not to follow
I am going to bed to plan out every tomorrow
I am going to bed (3)
I am going to bed to collect my thoughts
I am going to bed to smell the pines from this morning’s walk
I am going to bed to shape the pillow to my head
I am going to bed to breathe slowly and sweat
I am going to bed (2)
I am going to bed to remember
I am going to bed to forget
I am going to bed to smell the coffee
I am going to bed to gaze at the photo standing next to me
I am going to bed (1)
I am going to bed to eat biscuits, drink tea
I am going to bed to read well-translated poetry
I am going to bed to lie with clenched fists
I am going to bed to dream of a kiss
I was possible
I was possible before you. I was.
But now, now.
and then again to sleep
sleep
sleep
sleep
dream
sleep
sleep
shower
porridge
rainstorm
tea
tea
biscuit
tea perhaps
felafel
work then more
and more work
tea again
then goodbyes
rain so run to the bus stop
kitchen
salad ice cream
TV on the sofa
reading a short story
and then again to sleep
25 April
On the Day of Saint Mark
I send you blood-splashed red roses
The sun is bright
I am not blindfolded
Through your tears I pray for a tentative smile
In the mountains the people will never forget me
Parker’s Piece
green grass black shadows
head shoulders contrast outlined
till first clouds appear
