Somewhere up behind the pub
beside the roundabout, the road
dithers between cycle paths
and rattling cattle grids.
In the pre-dawn’s early light,
I’m hashing together lecture notes
and thoughts I might need to have
under transitional cloud cover
until here, with stumped old trees,
I should be at a loss. Not so –
I’m on this particular corner
of the road and over there,
like some well-placed opposite,
