Church of poetry
In poems we sing
as in a church, said the poets. You know
slim volume/ hymn book, God behind time
we in heaven's judas room
that sort of thing. They said
it'll knock your socks off language
as a way of telling
what lies outside.
The sun leant over
the water like a parent and whispered
blessings in its ear. The light turned itsellf on
again and again.
© Graham Lindsay