Ophelia
We wake to find her
Fingerprints, Saharan dust
On window sills, on
Rooftops,
Schoolyards,
Graves,
On driveways and motorways,
On pylons and leaves,
On our fingertips,
Faint as ash.
As if to say:
See, there is a land
Out there
Across the sea,
Beyond the screen of your TV,
And it’s real,
And it’s closer than you think,
How easy I can bring it
To your feet.
IOB 16/10/17
