Walking alone, you only think


in the night
in that light
that is held
so tight
by the stars
in distance
it seems
from the dark
a dog’s bark
us startles
us shakes
close to our door
just beyond the gate
the years,
all the fears
between the bark
and the dark
for the sunrise
must wait
in tender hearts’
their fog
to dissipate.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..