英诗原创| The Unknown Quarter

The Unknown Quarter

Entering the room

looking around

I

alone, single

cold and fatigued

feel myself lost

the light flashes on and off

obscuring the painting on the wall

the tea pot is not aware

the leaves are metallically bouncing

in the boiling water

the book lying on the table

does not sense the warmth

the desperate call

of the arid mind

from outside the room

the starling is crying

perturbing

commingling the tender night

the “K” on the ceiling

brewing the light of the asteroid

echoing the birring pot lid

does not find me in the dark

fatigued, cold

single and alone

I

lying on the bed

meditating on the aeon of the great letter

Written in PhD Study Room, Bangor University

February 7, 2015