by Nathan Fagan
There was a kid today,
Sitting on the concrete slabs that
Jut out from the highway’s busy lip –
He held in his hand a leather-bound Qur’an
& one of his eyes stared East
I moved to speak, with him -
Ask a name, was he alright ?
Did he know where he was ?
But my tongue slipped &
I let the silence lift us
both away
In the dull roar of passing cars
We sat – side by side – apart
Night fell & light cracked
Open our sky, mine loud like
a supernova –
His – a sure sign of
troubles yet to come.
Channel 11
The water is a
spindrift
by the flood-lit beach;
a doll’s head tumbling through
the waves.
