We wake to find her

Fingerprints, Saharan dust

On window sills, on




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

About Ian O'Brien

I am a teacher and a scribbler, living in Manchester, UK.
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