Micronote on Emergence
Under the silent arbour of night
after early summer rain
Emerging from the valley of sleep
Life’s careless entourage, everything
afloat in defiance
Wake into yellow light, head of the morning
My country, you betray me,
empty me with cold flowers, sit them in glass
Reflecting the street
down between stalks where I lay
still, watch & hear
Another note from the bird with a nest
along the road
I reach from the bed & light incense
take up my journal and write
Under the silent arbours of night
after early summer rain
A single small cloud in the blue sky outside
No negativity as it happens
There’s enough substance in this light.
© 2007
Salt Publishing Limited 
