Thursday, 12 November 2009


I wake all of a sudden in the dark.

Sunday morning. Soon I’ll get

to work and put my hands on wood, saw

and glue. I lie blinking into

dusty black and hear outside

rushes of plummeting rain hammering

windows, tiles, freshening surfaces

like when lying half awake

heavy drops drip and splash

meeting and eventually running

downhill into trickle, river, sea.

Mortise and tenon include, uphold

and I join water roaring forwards

back into a dream of night.

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