we interrupt this darkness

shuffling across the carpark from the pool in my dry robe

like a damp, disconsolate Cistercian, I heard them,

two peacocks: their proclamations launched wide into the

whites of the Cumbrian sky, their maladroit plainsongcutting

up the backdrop of chaffinch after chaffinch and as iffrom

nowhere, two peacocks: (stately home dropouts? heritage

park rejects?) with a message from beyond or with no

message but voluble on matters unfathomable and in the

darkness of my cabin with my shut-up grief and neural

scramble, what a boon to hear the boundlessness of those

two peacocks: broadcasting in peacock across the night