The cat’s fur lights the dark on the other side
of the glass. Her tail
disappears, like a swish
white dress or a
Dear – darkness
pre-Aquarian. I tell you I have flown
over sea & mountain.
During the brandy, half dead,
I thought of it – the waves, &
beneath the surface, in the trenches…/
The mind stops.
Originally posted on http://poetry.org.nz/percy64/going-somewhere/