Night cloaks all living things
and earth itself holds its breath;
wildfires flicker here and there
while other patches
of the wasted land shrivel
under smoke and ash.
When day exhales at last a snapping twig,
rustle in the windless trees, brings suspicion not relief.
We are in the debatable lands now,
no longer speak in the easy ways.
Within the borders of silence
we take a breath, take someone’s
measure before we ask:
which way did you vote, then?
Carol Caffrey is an Irish ex-pat (should that be immigrant?) living in the UK since the early 90s, and as well as writing she performs a one-woman play “Music for Dogs”, by former Ireland professor of Poetry, Paula Meehan. (http://musicfordogs.weebly.com)