Friday poem: 'On the Move at First Light'
by Jacob Polley
Empty morning and the rain lies,
filling the bare field with broken panes
of pink. To loosen, to empty!
To be as full of sky as fallen rain.
"Sometimes I think my laptop is a window and I sit outside it in the dark, looking into the light. I wonder if you can see me out here? If you can, you’ll know I’m doing this instead of what I should be doing. Isn’t there something you should be doing, too? Maybe we’re all sitting outside our own windows."
Jacob Polley on writing The Havocs.