Questions this morning 

The lid flicks open

An eye of crystallised emerald 

With bright orange pupil

Pin black dot in the morning middle 

Reflects a face

Is it you 

Is it me

Somewhere outside is it sanctuary 

Is it glowing green 

Does it frame that distant memory 

Of orange flames licking the jungle’s

Morning mist

So long ago now

That you could be dreams 

Ah grief against the bones 

To be such at a loss

These days is a bat dance

A cat creeps across the back garden wall

Blue tits shimmer inside the tree canopy 

Rats scuttle into the bushes

The air rings with sirens and machinery 

Ah.