Use of Spies
Upright and sleepless,
having watched three bad movies,
I am flying across the ocean to see you.
I am a warrior and nothing will stop me,
although in the event both passport control
and a stoned cabbie from Haiti will give it a go,
but I meant to mention something else.
Just before dinner I woke in mid-air,
opened the shutter and saw the sun rising,
Light swung over the clouds like a boom.
The way it broke continually from blue
to white was beautiful, like some fabled
giant wave that people travel years to catch.
I thought I’ll have to try and tell you that.
- Nick Laird
Strange to be posting a poem here after only putting up work and news for so long. It’s just that I have returned to this a lot recently because I love the voice. I especially like the latter half of the piece. It reads in a simple way that, I think, I often strive for in my own things. The poem is also about failing to communicate something nice to someone else, which happens all the time. Anyway, thought I’d like to have this here.