WAKE UP CALL:

Saw the sunrise, gold, pink, a secret Essex landscape, close &
wrapped around us. Lap top in the kitchen with birdsong, writing
to invisible faces on the other side of the world. Some nights,
sleep sees you coming & takes off in the other direction,
we made a brief before it left. The phone rings, I wake up on
the sofa, check the name & smile. Three crows pose on the
grass outside, thick black swipes of ink strutting in white hot
sunlight. A voice describes a similar scene far to the north &
I have to laugh, it’s already a good day.

(K)