You walk through this tunnel
which is in fact a telescope
Look out
and realise you are seeing sunlight
simply coming into the studio. Elongate
the vowels, inflecting Yorkshire
Now we are swimming
in Doncaster Dome
Coming on as ever is Kafka’s phrase:
“always first draw fresh breath
after outbursts of vanity and complacency”
Left nostril blocked, inhaling
only partially, wondering
if all this fiddling with old fragments
will lead to a moment of
Martin in the middle of the poem
– or if that is too much to ask
Trying to be less self-conscious, he steps forth
into the eco-poetics of writing under the flight path
You can hear birds here,
and the studio door
must be kept to
to keep the cat out