In Real Time by Nick Power

In real time, we observe it:

A baby is left on the steps of a
taxi depot
wrapped only
in a dirty bedsheet,
rain picking at the gravel
ground

A sillhouette
mazurs into a waiting
car and we see
its red taillights
fade into a remorseless
fuge
until the dark regains
its grip

the warm rain eases
and an eclipse
of moths
are pinballing into
the netted window
of an outhouse
leading off from the right

all at once,
a pink electric flare
blinks itself
into life

it reads:

D E L T A       C A B S

the depot door opens,
and we see a figure
edge toward the steps

this moment between
moments,
this luminescent
polaroid

develops now,
and becomes
clearer
as the baby is cradled,
reunited
in the arms of its
mother

and all of us in here,
in the stalls, the boxes,
the gallery-

all of us are raised
from our seats
as if by some primal
supernature

we, like the
unknowing actors
in this scene

are bound together
at birth

from that point
onwards, we’re
helplessly
rooting-

looking for a bosom
to nestle into.

Nick Power has recently had his first perfect-bound book 'Small Town Chase' published by erbacce-press, and is in the process of writing a new collection.  He's had poems published at M58, erbacce-press, Boscome Revolution and Jarg Magazine.

Nick Power has recently had his first perfect-bound book ‘Small Town Chase’ published by erbacce-press, and is in the process of writing a new collection. He’s had poems published at M58, erbacce-press, Boscome Revolution and Jarg Magazine.

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