After a Dream, I Wrote This Poem

it was that winter, remember?

when the lecky cost so

much that we

had to buy one of those

long hot water bottles

for cheap

and argue over

who’s turn it was to fill it

I had that dream, remember?

I was running through

the hedge maze

snow beneath my feet

foaming like a wave

leaving no footprints

in it’s watch like perfection

I could hear the boiler

wailing behind me

and I looked down

why was I holding the axe?

what was I chasing? what

was I running from?

And then I awoke

moonlight on my face

I was centre stage

looking at my hands

thinking of that untouched snow

praying I was not it’s watchmaker.