Point of view
‘The motor’s cut again and there is no oil;
I’m sure we’re in the wilderness;
Have you been here before?
There’s no village for miles.
‘Lie in the grass and watch the sun
Arc its way around the sky.
It will bring ease if you allow it to – be still;
There is light yet and peace here if you wish it.’
‘How long before it sets do you think?’
‘It is beyond its fiercest already,
Not long now til it gives way to the stars.’
‘And then what?’
‘It will come on cold.
There will be moonlight – but you will freeze.’
‘Because you do not trust the sun
To come up again; and because,
When you should laze blissful,
Here with me, you’ll worry faithlessly.’
‘Oh – so what now?’
‘I am going to lie here
And make daisy chains
Until I sleep. I know not to turn my back
Against the sun; someone will come.’
‘You’ll fall into despair,
Cut yourself off from hope,
Expect the worst, hate yourself
For travelling up the road this far –