for us to think on our own frequency
to overlook our companions:
the large red dictionary, the lover
asleep upstairs, the collected
poems of Octavio Paz
discreet in sunlight, lightly used and white.
I’ve come to realize
seated on a morning of diminishing
returns, a rawness
of attitudes, frost, still water of the lake.
I’m exposed by my complacency.
I grieve unopposed. I look on the harmony
of all that survives
in the purpose of itself and wonder
and smile at all that had been
given me I have now rediscovered.
Copyright 2020 by Terence John
Terence John lives in Scotland. He has recently been shortlisted for The Poetry Society’s Geoffrey Dearmer Prize. As well as The Nonconformist, his poems have been published or are forthcoming in Southlight, The London Magazine, Acumen, The North, Glasgow Review Of Books, Orbis, The Poetry Review, Stand Magazine, and Poetry Salzburg Review.
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