The Eamont

... a rare opportunity to walk to work today, and a beautiful morning for crossing the Eamont.

Epiphany (Carol Ann Duffy)

Not close my eyes to the light
when the light
is in my head,
or sleep
when only your, only thy warm skin
is my bed,
or live, when days, nights,
sightless of you, sightless of thee,
are hours with the dead,
or talk sense
when words, when words,
are the cauls of the unsaid,
or believe when belief
is a light gone out yet burning, gold, red.