Martin Robertson

Now and Then

[The clouds that pressed the air]

The clouds that pressed the air

heavily on my heart

are quite away.

I drink the brilliance, am a part

of this cold, rare

new day.

You and I are still apart,

only the sullen grey

grieving’s not there

but piercing longing to be where

whatever day

wakes your heart.

A pang that’s like the joy

of being together,

its double, its true counterpart.