Things Overheard in a Dream, 12th April 2001
By Peter Boyle
Published 1 January 2021
“Take me to the black woods mumma
and make believe we’ll boogy in the dark.”
In the late summer of anxiety
in the blink of a damaged left eye
a poem appears to have written itself
on a blank page
by moonlight.
A woman is crouched over the page,
her heavy rocking presence
sealing her into
the space where all is clear.
The squared lines are still just visible
as down the channels of the world
the waves roll in.
Somewhere beyond all windows
it is over.