Letter #2

  ‘… most experiences are unsayable’, said Rilke.

 

That crowd’s dispersing anyway

and its famous din’s gone with it

Can’t you hear it dying down out there?

 

Permacrisis was last year’s word

but we enjoy its trochees now

as they stumble off the tongue

 

One moment there were flashes

Now there’s only this light on

over a table that holds the news

 

Admit that there’s no connection then

between events and how it feels

to be another you

                                                            5 June 2023