A Different Day
after Christian Wiman
There is a day that is not this unkempt
end-of-days that has nothing
to do with pain or the unsinging
of songs the un-preening
of your feathers
a time beyond this drift
from dawn to dusk these stilted
lines that never make it
past your lips.
The sun rises early this other day
and there is breath a generosity
beyond the giving and taking
and something that is not quite
what it seems a beauty
not wholly of this place yet finds itself
as I find you now.
There is a verse that knows you
mother a silence that hears
the things we fail to say a transience
that knows our passing.
Retired and living in Orkney, Huw Gwynn-Jones comes from a line of poets in the Welsh bardic tradition. His work has appeared in Acumen, Tears in the Fence, Lighthouse, Obsessed with Pipework and The Galway Review. His debut pamphlet, The Art of Counting Stars, was published in 2021.
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