On the marshes,
in the darkness,
before,
dawn breaks
a bird takes to flight,
a cock crows,
an owl calls out
water gently,
laps,
sounds,
echo
in the silence
reverberate,
against each other
in this empty place
someone, asked me, if I felt God there,
why there ?
why not here, in my lounge
or,
in the monastery on the Downs
God! ask another...
or ask God if she is here, or there
or wherever,
you’ll hear silence...
and, maybe in that silence
a cock will crow
or an owl,
might call out