At the edge of the moment, I fell into a dream. But there was nobody around to catch me. . . and I continued falling straight into a strange darkness (which was neither sleep nor dream) where finally there were arms that gathered me together like a mother discovering her aged child for the very first time.
But all I could do was wriggle free and search through the dripping warmth for the light at the end of the tunnel.
Eventually, without any warning at all, I woke from the moment and entered the hopefully endless minutes that remained of my life.
But at my back was the night, and out of that night there reached the scrawny arms for light and became the shadows of my sight.
(published 'Cloth Ears' 1990)
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