Living Signs
At night waiting in the dark
I begin to think of a door
half open on the unlived years
already coming in. Dawns
beginning earlier and earlier
and more welcome than before.
A brilliance fills the bedside glass
half full the more I look this spring
and things appear never before seen
or heard. Something is going on
with time. A small thud in my chest
going hurry, hurry.
I thought I was grown up
but now I expect more
from the way my mind
reassembles living signs.
Colours, folds in nature,
an ordinary lapwing.
Gill Horitz has been published in magazines, including Writing Women, Mslexia, Smiths Knoll, Frogmore Papers, Tears in the Fence, and short-listed in Bridport Prize, 2011. She attends a poetry group, led by Paul Hyland. Cinnamon Press will publish her first Pamphlet next year.