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Looking Ahead

Published in Poetry News

You stare in the mirror as if you wish
to go through, your hair clotting with silver

water, to arrive safely under new
lights, to end despair and breathe the good air

of freedom. You are at the border. Cross
now. You see what you are becoming. Wet

arms pull viscously. Your cold face answers
to a kiss or a slap. It is always

summer, you thought, and yet there is a darkness
hurrying in. Up again, then. Move out.

There is another stopping-place beyond.
Legend describes it as an oasis.

You drink and taste only sweetness. After,
in the mirror’s stare, you remember nothing.

© 2014 Alan Dunnett | Illustrations Jo Dunnett - London based artist | Design by Matt