Glyn Maxwell – The Ledge

Glyn Maxwell (1962 – )

Woken again by nothing, with this line
already in my wake, I thought of you
at twenty, as you are—which passed somehow
while I was staring—thought how yesterday
you said you wanted to be young again,
which left me with this nothing left to say
that’s woken me. You are, you are—what else
does father wail to child—though wailing it
he’s woken with six-sevenths of the night
to go—you are—look I will set to work
this very moment slowing time myself,
feet to the stone and shoulder to the dark
to gain you ground—if just one ledge of light
you flutter to, right now, rereading that.