Rumours of a new love reach you | at the edge of sleep | The years | lie down on their side and | curl up | and fingers of ocean | brush your pale | blond hair | You don’t know yet | what love is meant | to be | what the adults | have put in their eyes | to make them | so old | and when you wake | forty years later | are you | any more certain?

Hidden by the mountain | there was | a greater mountain | Shivering on sand | wrapped in a | frail towel | foetal | you wonder what | is waiting? | All the certain things have | happened | The shoreline is a mix | of putty and silver | holding | nothing together | How can you be | new? | At the edge of sleep | rumours of an old love | reach you

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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