Poem by Linus Rowe (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 41
Poem selected by Ingrid Valencia as part of the Ofi Press/ YPN collaboration competition
Image: "Crop Circle- Echoes" by Ian Burt.
There is a piece of England waiting
just around the corner
and perhaps you are in it.
Though there is no reason behind me
I truly believe you must be there.
Though we don't yet know each other
and time is for now still against me
there are little choices being made each day
that draw us ever closer
I hold in my hand a piece of string
that stretches for miles and years
into the uncertain distance,
and occasionally it may rise up
and the slacken because you were near.
You were near and you are searching too,
but we are never close enough
to feel each other pulling,
to let the string grow taut and hum
an Adagio for The Lonely.