Brume

   I woke to brumebirdsong, Bob Marley I dance in the kitchenremember reggae nights. You want fire? Fire ina belly full of life? I’ve skirted roundthe issue, run for no man’s land ofnon-committal I wake to brumespring is on hold buried a kilometredown in ground fire: my walls are lined withmaps that lead to bright empty beacheswhere only dolphins leap, I wake to brume& reach for you. To listen to poem click here