Twilight in the Forestry Board Garden
How easily a willow,
loitering by the river,
impersonates a figure
turning, in the act
of asking for directions,
or simply wondering whether
to step into the water.
In twilight things grow fluid,
lose their distinctiveness,
and nothing is unquestionably
itself any more.
It is a time for visions
and fleeting visitations,
the kingdom of the corner of the eye.
David Callin has had poems published widely, including Snakeskin, The Journal, Prole, Acumen and Southlight. His first collection of poetry, Always, is published by the excellent Dreich, and is available here – https://hybriddreich.co.uk/product/david-callin-always/