A Summer’s Day, December

In the poetry section of Unity Books,
I collided with you. I was in a hurry
to buy some sadness or a patch of earth,
freshly dug, in rain,
some beauty easily missed.

This, you suggested, perhaps noticing
how all the metal in me was being pulled
by the day’s arbitrary offerings, drawing me
to a room of words in a glass city,
where people leafed through, sighing on waterways.

I stepped out into the High Street sunshine
with a tome of humanity in a bag
and there we parted ways – I confess, god,
I let you down again there at the junction
where I turned towards the gulf.

Medb Charleton

Medb Charleton is originally from Sligo, Ireland. Her poetry has been published in Landfall, Sport, Poetry New Zealand and Turbine | Kapohau.