or a house in perth


i let them come now,

the what-if visions,

the maybe-futures and speculations

where this is undone;

reunited walking through fields,

drinking cocktails in some upmarket city bar

(edinburgh or glasgow)

displaying promises with stupid smiles

and complaining about the kids

(peptic stomachs, lack of sleep).

i cherish these perhapsings

without holding onto them or nailing

them, or myself, to some vulgar cross.

they are visiting birds perched for a moment,

tired from their emigration;

happy pilgrims who pause in hallowed places

en route for their own jerusalem.


One Response to “or a house in perth”

  1. Just a brtilliant bit of poetry…excellent imagery and tone.

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