Black that is, except for the reflection
The depth of field
Which is a good study bedroom deep
Be witness to what you witness
Opened up at midnight
On that day of the Tennyson walk
When moths were bedazzled by the car's headlights
Now, tonight, one particular moth
Clings to the crawling vegetation
On the outside of the third-floor sash-window
He, or she, attracted by my desk lamp lit
The mobile telephone signal is good
Although to share my own engaged excitement
At this late late hour
May somehow be somewhat disrespectful
Happenstance in Heptonstall
Poems Started at Lumb Bank
Arvon 2018
