Presentiment Slip from a warm bed dark in the night and all the house still sleeping draw back a curtain on the garden stained with street light expectation of some revelation disclosure of small secrets trusted to no one else yet only stillness maybe a breath of wind to agitate deep bushes at most a stalking cat sound of a car door on the nearby street nothing remarkable by daylight nobody else to share the privacy of this small silence which sustains your premonition around hidden meaning fancy of secret knowledge wrapped in such scraps as you alone have seen.
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.
Amethyst Review 