Evening seminar

She was talking up to the ceiling
orange LED reflected in her teeth
 
I felt like – what did you say?
oh yes, Youth Group
the hall reminded you of Youth Group
 
Not that I was ever there in the first place
another girl’s past splayed out before me
 
The topic was colour
and my back ached like stone
 
Light danced like a junior-school disco
my friend in glasses smiled meekly

Rubbing her hand
across the circular table
 
We were somewhat stale, or grown up
 
Before leaving
I took a sip of water,
then a gulp,
then poured the glass over myself
 
Ran head up
dripping from the theatre

 

The Current Moment


A small in pink and an old in blue

sky-blue, upside-down

follow the dog through the lane

 

I get moved along the table

with the arrival of more

this small in grey and the old in blue

 

This seat is colder and

the music is louder

away from the window, I can’t see

 

I ate before at the base of a monument:

people I never knew died

building a bridge I’ll never climb

 

Now I am tired

and will soon catch the train

having spent the morning

 

In search of pebbles and strangers,

both of which

I found.