Neville

The Sense of Something Before it is Something

The Sense of Something Before it is Something

 

At the end of the day

it is not only

the daring to look,

but the finding

that really matters,

   isn’t it my darling ..

For instance,

take the silver

off white glint

      on a herons cheek ..

Visible only

in the half-light,

or the tremor

of a single leaf rejoicing,

the moment

it shakes off that last

drop of rain,

before fall and is free

   once more ..

And what about

the apple smell

   of a tap room, lingering ..

And that of

new puppies, young

babies and old

scent bottles found

in attics

and long lost

camphor trunks

   by chance ..

Or that of the smell

trapped between

pages of old books

kept in libraries,

out of reach of both

prying eyes

   and too tiny fingers ..

While the sound 

of cracked church bells,

nightingales,

and worms turning

cut through the air

and compete with that

of snow drops

   emerging ..

And can then, be heard

in the distance

above the cry of gulls

and storm clouds

   forming ..

Come tell me darling

what on earth,

   are we each missing ..