When that delirious screen clears
to reveal your nest
in foreign but familiar soup
my pulse quickens in the digital mist
and in darkness I find God again.
And see the very root of peace
in its kindly chamber.
There is nothing as wild
as seeing a flake,
a dewrop from your very soul
in bands of electricity,
stirring in a quaggy bed.
Awake now my pearl
beat those rural drifts of sanctuary
until your dainty bulb shines by regal design...
@ Steven Francis poems 2010
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
