Watch – a poem by Tony Lucas

Maundy Thursday, ten o’clock
the lamps along the church path
supplemented by a full moon
shining through trellised branches
of an unleafed sycamore.
Red warning lights on cranes,
massed about sites across the river
glowing in velvet darkness
add to an air of quiet waiting.
Back in the space where altars
have been stripped, a few
will keep the seasonal vigil
for a further silent hour.
Out here it is as if there were
a holding-in of breath
–  everything feels gathered
somehow attentive, for
one lingering moment, then
a late bus, lighted, empty,
busies around the corner
and the city’s pulse resumes.

Tony Lucas is retired from parish ministry but continues work of editing and spiritual direction.  His poetry has appeared widely, on both sides of the Atlantic, and past collections Rufus At Ocean Beach (Stride/Carmelyon) and Unsettled Accounts (Stairwell Books) remain available.

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