Victoria Gardens, Westminster

Gathering angels of light that leap

Sun sparked from the river

I put my hand to them, but cannot keep.

Dances on me first fellowship of light

and the Spirit-brooded water

when God first spoke His poem into night.

The seats hulk here of administration

of economy and law

of generalisation and specification.

If they could see inside my head, they'd think

I'm bonkers, chasing the sunbeams,

dancing on the river's brimming brink

But they don't understand and cannot stay

this light or anyone's heart -

I and the Spirit laugh, hold hands and run away.