In the sky above Edinburgh Castle:
The mood of the nation.
Such signs are meaningless outside metaphor,
Unlike the signs
That pass between us when we pass.
Our bodies’ signals
Sneak truths out below our voices.
Some confusion ensues.
But the problems in Pakistan
Put our hearts in perspective,
And the negotiations of romance
Are the rose-red of lips not
The rage-red of bloodshed,
And the exchanges of glances,
However painful,
Leave us intact.
8 November 2007
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