Where I Find You

In the full stops of a stolen library book

In the ballet of a bloody boxing match

In the fish that wriggled off my careless hook

In the pistol with a broken safety catch.

In the tombstone names of endless nameless dead

In the small hours when I’m feeling all alone

In my heart and in my balls and in my head

In the Unknown Caller on my ringing phone

In each flower whose real name I do not know

In the joggers who run past before I wake

In the owl, the buzzard, dove and goose and crow

In the signpost on the path I do not take.

In the deep sea where the haunted dead reside

In the eyes of lost boys sleeping in the snow

In the silence left behind when love has died

In the places where I know I’ll never go.

You’re hiding just behind each leafless tree

You’re shadowed at the back of every cave

You’re the hidden hand that writes my poetry,

the moon which galvanises every wave.

You’re the pulsing, primal singularity

that’s revealed a whole new universe to me.

I’m not asking you to love me or to care.

I just wanted you to know you’re everywhere.