Specsavers

‘Look into the green lights;

you’ll feel a little puff of air

on each eyeball, keep it there.’

Waves and tiny pleasure planets

pile into a retina today,

depending on my prayer.

A Moment

Traveling backwards on a screaming train,

I’m fiddling with my latest iphone

app and, looking to the left, a yellow sun has

risen up between a line of trees.

Heavenly light - in golden morning - stops

shadows on the right side of the train. I gawp;

feeling a glad splendor rising near my heart

but soon look down, restore technology – macbook, pixels, restart.

‘What a glory – this morning!” and it takes a stronger act of will

(stopping my little inner voice) to notice, once again, the Fall:

green and golden in my moments here – a sadness rises -

and my train heads westwards, onward, rushes.