With this new light
Which oddly I call darkness
I have the gift of a book to read
I read about a conversation
Which began in daylight
And carried on deep into the evening
Two men; one younger, one older
Talking about Jung, indeed deciding
To make a film of Jung’s enquiries
I imagine them steeped in talk
Each, in turn, moving the other one on
Enveloping themselves in this, the new light
