One night my windowgaze took me through an aquarium
          of deep azure base and scarlet fishing
and into the air beyond, to a supernaturally lit forest
          with mounds and broke-up twigs.
Deep in the heart of it — miles into —
one mound with wild cats strewn, watching waiting . . .

Consternation in my eyes, I blink
to see my very own Grimalkin and her sister
proudly in the pack (no wolves these, cats)
so far from our safe house!
So                                                         far!

“They beat me to my dream,” I sighed.



       London, 1985


(First published in “Poems for Hastings”, 1986.)



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