Dazed

Days like dark, rainy sheets of night,

dazed like a man just told he had cancer

longer than the longest night ever

unmoored, left to wander and fight

on their own, each step a stumble

yet giving every appearance of peace.

 

Days like lasting days and days

with interspersed periods of heartsease,

short, relative lulls,

atolls of tinnital silence

drowned in tidal rage,

numbing roars and senseless fury.

Days like these hurry the departure,

ready us out, give logic

to the horror, the horror of leaving,

leaving behind the atolls, the lulls,

blur the contours and with

absolute clarity of mind make us see

what the others dare not imagine:

lightless shores stretching to the horizon.

Edinburgh 28.VII.14