viii.
stop, now you’re happy and notice
what it feels like
– don’t stop,
but continue to whirl,
a gentle tornado,
across the flooded rockpool
…
happiness is not a thing to sit tight upon,
locked to your home
like an anchorite against the breaking migraine of the waves
…
pg. 71 THE POETRY REVIEW, 2016
THEPOETRYSOCIETY
ARTS COUNCIL ENGLAND