I watch the cobwebs
Wave mysteriously about
In this nighttime’s breeze
I know there are people
Happy in conversation
I watch the one mad moth
Captivated by the light
My life wasn’t always so small
But no, I was never
What you might call gregarious
But I did have some human contact
Pray do not rob me of that again
As also says
The mad moth
To the minuscule flea
There are other stories
I hold one such tale
One such tome of confiscation
Held here, in my hands
It escaped from a poem
To be turned
Into
I know not what
Happenstance in Heptonstall
Poems Started at Lumb Bank
Arvon 2018
