There’s a finely judged, difficult juggling balance –
Taste of tears and tide
Expectation’s edge of seat shivers –
A thing of great value may be
Born of today and the past.
The past when I was a
Hundred ways, and more, different.
The place from which we ran together
Along the cowslip, wine and danger routes:
Each other’s silver-strand chains,
Constant, sometimes distant
Rock-mirror faces … then …
Well I’ll be damned …
The lightning strikes,
Long-waiting’s suddenly over;
Lights come on,
The hammer goes down and
Sniper rumour, tiptoe doubt and
Evil jester’s sleight of hand
Are only for the foolish sages
And the hesitant apes.