The first drafts of my collaboration with poet Ana Seferovic…

 

Oyster rain       lustrous pour – shelling

 

on the window pane –

 

inside the room

 

it sounds as if a train is pulling

 

away & surging

 

(forward /onwards) into

 

this unrefined earth:

a nacreous landscape of water

falling

 

(on & through) the mottled air

 

like an old French mirror – like a hand

 

which has dug the field – like a tongue

 

which has lost a home – like a language

 

which has shaped its holes by absence

 

which has drifted like a wet feather

 

missing from the bird.

 

Home

is here                   but not quite here

 

it is not there       either

 

and yet                   was

 

once –                   irised

 

inscribed in layers of childhood

 

nostalgia                 or day dreams

epn lineup copy