A World Away

The man on the TV is pointing
at a chart of the Financial
Markets:  black numbers, red
arrows.  Charcoal suit, cropped
hair.

Silence embraces me, upholds me,
carries me in its arms.  There is
only me here.  Me and 
the silence.

The day is bright, the morning
was filled with cold
air in the throat, birdsong,
snow on the mountain,
blue sky.

The TV shows migrants clashing
at Calais ... and the hum-
drum sports news droning,
though I can't hear it.

The clock ticks, my heart
ticks quietly and I sit,
sufficient, a world away,
closer to reality, here, than
anywhere.

previous poem

next poem