Meditation I sit, wrapped in a duvet, by the window. Outside, the streetlamp sends a yellow glow across the blankness of the neighbour’s wall. What else? a pole, a clothesline made of cable. A distant train horn sounds its two-note warning; somewhere its headlamp slides towards a platform where people hang about with bags and coffee, ready for doors that open on urgent journeys. Meanwhile, the sun is rising, the wall whitens. Someone unlocks their door. A scooter guns between the houses, joins the traffic sounds that heave and flow about me. The pole is rusting, the empty cable sways upon the breeze. I sit among the beingness of things.
Rowan Middleton teaches English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Gloucestershire. His pamphlet The Stolen Herd is published by Yew Tree Press.