Poem: I Heard Voices

As I lazed in a laburnum sun,
Watering what was left of my soul,
Embracing what exhaustion I had hoarded,
Counting what droplets of God I still had in my
Pockets and

Enjoying a scratch of the itch you had
Inserted in my heart,
I heard voices.

As cars climbing hard up rain-hedged
Motorways yell with halogen,
These voices twisted with melancholy
And joy.

Twisted like a diagram of DNA;
Like a woman in a scarlet dress:

The sight of the blind;

Motorways and trees.

11 October 2002