I didn't write
the night was bleak
the week was strung out
hide and seek.

I sat and saw a Sun go out and
yet the light remained.

We all play
'catch me if you can'

My mam  could catch
the moon in a glass of pop
and often did
for
her children,

so we could drink in those dreams
which seemed so far away
or as far away as tomorrow is
to yesterday



the night was bleak

I didn't write
until the day
was caught.