Saturday, 4 August 2007

Rude Awakening


The telephonic shrill
urgents me
blearily into dawn.

Discomfited I roll
myself across
a seeming endless


set foot
on an insecure floor,
retrieve the handset

and receive
a droning earful.

Bliss was it in that dawn
to be asleep,
to be awakened serves

to remind oneself
they’re far from heaven.

Malcolm Evison
4 August 2007