Daniel Davies
from Sketches of Catalonia
I was wrestling with sleep, I remember,
My aluminium blind cross-hatched with light
From a breaking morning in late November
When I heard the bathroom door click shut
And the creaky, conducted squeak
Of a shower tap being turned.
Through my wall's thin brick
Steel cracked as warm water churned
And splashed through aching pipes,
Drumming the hollow shower floor
With the force of raindrops.
That night, I'd dreamt of a downpour.
Fingers playing the water's scale
Broke the metre of the water's sound,
Hitting the surface of palm and nail,
Human petals between sky and ground.
I ratcheted up my slatted blind
To face the winter's dry creation:
Done not in the charcoals of my sleeping mind
But in the primary strokes of bland perfection.
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