Thursday, 2 July 2015

Suspension of the givens (2014 poem)


There is no situation but can be
transfigured from within, herein
suspension of the givens
mid, among dilating weeks.
I’m involuting something sounder than a sign
at 1AM like blasting off
somewhere in time and space,
and whole wherever that is.
Yes, there is no turning back,
and wind is like a sculpture of the moon.