I was surprised to hear a doctor in Holland
say
he keeps a knife and club by his bed.
What he will if necessary do,
I’ll not want to know.
But that the world is big
and the night long
is,
as the burglar will see,
indisputable.
I was surprised to hear a doctor in Holland
say
he keeps a knife and club by his bed.
What he will if necessary do,
I’ll not want to know.
But that the world is big
and the night long
is,
as the burglar will see,
indisputable.
One outside, one inside
the station. One at night,
one in the morning.
One shouting, one not.
One man watching,
sick with his belly in a hole.

This morning the morning more rural
passed by – cows, grace, grass
and wire –
sun and all that nothing
to do, so I did it (in lieu)





Then I saw my wrinkles for what they are.
This is me. This is my life.
These lines trace every smile I’ve ever smiled,
every worry, every precious hour spent in the sun.
I’ve earned them.
This is who I am.