Sara At Domos

Sara At Domos
Something has filled the light
with more than light
was meant for, moving out
the cottage and the tree
but keeping them astonishing,
still and complete, a second
sun or a different set
of colors for a separate eye.

A black dog, vicious and full
tears the sheet of silent air,
not friendly to us being there.
He stalks his gate,
believing he is mythological,
but we know he is local.

This is not the world
we were born to appreciate.
It is elsewhere, thick
with its time and geography,
it has reasons that belong
to its own people.

We came out of the thicket
a mile back, and caught the river
permanently leaving the cathedral,
and the sky less blue than green.
You and I walked quickly down,
your hand my only guide,
with its tinfoil ring.

If we are married, it is here,
natural, unexpected, side-by-side,
suddenly made real
by the depth of what was before.

Download MP3 (interpreted by Veronica Charnley)