31 JULY 1993, Page 28

A Sudden Breeze

Mind, butterflying, settles where a book lies open on a chair.

The page, a while ago begun but interrupted by the sun, catches a sudden breeze, then turns over once, twice, and again.

I glimpse from the corner of my eye, a reflection in a mirror, sky: blue, but disappearing fast then lost, and a page of meaning past.

Michael Cullup