This poem is taken from Stand 219, 16(3) August - September 2018.

John Gladwell Two Poems

Where Each Echo is a Borrowing

The sound of water
Of each shadow now fixed
By the space between these trees
Where each echo is a borrowing
Of whatever it is this evening now brings

Of transition   which is solitude
Which is this darkness deferred by distraction
By the sun as it sinks towards absence
Towards this place where these two rivers meet    
Catching the night in the light from the moon

As it emerges from cloud   bringing rain
The sky torn   eyes focused on the horizon   
But the horizon broken
By this futile attempt at remembering
By this faltering acceptance of now
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