In the dawn a strange ship in the bay
Bearing no flag. The rain came earlier this year
The old brook flowed for the first time anyone remembers
Except the old widow who died on the way to see it.
I did not mention to you the dream
I had last night for fear it might disturb you
And anyway, you seem rather distracted
And the child has that cough again.
Last night the sky was deep dark blue and amber
When the calls of the geese migrating made me stand still
Today we have painted the sign on the grey of the wall
And row to the ship that waits without action or call.
Copyright Simon Banks 2012
Just to say here: this is a story told in the first person singular, but the “I” is not me.