something understood




Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, 
The land of spices; something understood. 
George Herbert, Prayer (I)



Silence is hard in cities
where missing people need to hide in noise
Deborah Levy, Black Vodka



the spaces between trees


silence of Tallis’s voices

something fading



dawn’s rose-fingered luminescence before the sun
(& you wake up next to me) 


the palimpsest of that first note i wrote that
you will never read


the look dad gave me on his deathbed;
the goodbye letter unfinished


the seeming-swell of a lake before your body
punctures the surface


Mum’s embrace at the hospital;
the “love you” that never came



the spaces between trees