In Broad Daylight
It was the dream where the neighbours came round to say
They had a badger in the garden –
Dreadful and endless opening of doors
As the dogs slipped their leads –
But a banal reconfiguration
Of an incident that actually happened:
The sudden darkness of the skies
Above a country where powers are abroad
And real to my quickening heart.
It was not a “sighting.” It was the air thickening,
A power narrowing its eyes.
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Categories: Making Sense
