It took thirty-six hours to bring you home
though it may have been more, and it may have been less;
a day and a half in the eye of the storm
of laughing gas and sheets scented with lemon zest.
Something was wrong from the off: a lost wedding ring,
a snippety shift nurse, several botched
epidurals and an afternoon spent watching
your stuttering heartbeat playing hopscotch
on a fuzzy screen. I split my time between
fetching naff sandwiches from the hospital canteen
and telling your mum everything would be alright
when all I wanted to do was thread first light
into your eyes, and slap first breath into your chest,
but the timing was so tight, and the space in the cleft so slight
that I nearly forgot, and I nearly lost faith
but nothing is ever truly lost; it is only misplaced.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021