Highgate Hill

Before you,
The promise
Of you;
Light before dawn
With the day’s
Image,
And just
As sure.
Dousing
Stars and sodium.
The waking
Heath.
Shape from shadow;
Tone from grey;
Depth from flat;
Voice from thought;
Poem from word;
Whole from piece;
Flight from peace;
Revealing.

So turns
The sky
Round this, fixed
Point.
By this
I recognised
You
In your
Coming.
And it
Will all
Become clear
And warm