Weighing the Present
I didn’t believe it for a minute
but turning the corner at the lights
saw him waiting on the opposite pavement
outside A1 Discounts to cross.
Though I didn’t believe it for a moment
I knew it was him by the set
of his shoulders and head, that physique
and the all but forgotten lift
of my heart at the sight of him.
For an instant he was alive
or I had died, though I knew
neither could be true and pressed on
to the post office past my friend
with the present that needed weighing,
more or less knowing nothing
was impossible, even heaven.
From Weighing the Present (2014)