Arch me outwards now high in the spinning sky
no more the still centre in a turning world trajectory despatched
beyond the sun no destination light fades and grows
stars pass coalescence of speed and time
so many worlds outwards from our own
no goal beyond the seeking eye returning to the inward vision.
I don’t know how it is but suddenly there is peace
After the political struggles of the week
paranoid over-reaction, sense of guilt, fighting,
Odysseus plans and a battle won
surreptiously – yes - in the warm room
and beyond the windows in the wet street
I hear things just as they are
when the noise dies down.
Sparrows are chirping in the eaves
a man exercises two dogs on straining leads,
Sunk in my belly here I am
a time for movements of the mind.