Poetic Movements

  We are still driving in the car along this thin line telling day from night apart. You lean and kiss me, and it’s the first time and the hundredth time, and this moment perfectly balancing light with dark hovers on the edges of eternity. It’s the first time and I’m taking you by the hand to walk through Tavistock then Russell then Bloomsbury square minutes before their gates close seconds until I finish these lines. It’s the hundredth time, the hundredth line, the hundredth fragment of a story to be told; and yet words sound like the only (time) at all. Spring Equinox & World Poetry Day 2023. Photograph: Detail from Russell Square, London; 22 Oct. 2022.