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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