The Ofi Press Magazine

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.

Echo

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

to

to what?

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.