Poem

The sun is out I feel sleepy after a disturbed night and a lovely easy bike ride to work via a meeting with Dee. I had lunch with Fenia and a Greek visitor Gabriella and was moved to write a poem afterwards.

Poem for Gabriella


The light was dancing
In a strange way
In your eyes

You were mercurial
Or was it hermetic?
Moving from light to dark
Shallow to deep
Humour to grief
And back
And again

I saw some of your truth
In the remains of a dinner plate
(Rather than in a grain of sand)
Of current suffering
And future hope
And of the dancing light