Emergencies
and I love you
while you are sleeping-in
and as I try
in this dark room
to don
my crackling jacket
somehow silently
so as not
to wake you
so as to
protect me
so as to fetch
the Review
from a rainy February morn
I love you
as my hand inches up
the treacherous arm
of this crinkly 'proof
designed for Atlantic gales
and inhuman places
where no silence
is required
and where sleep
comes
when it can
to rescue mariners
from damp despair
I love you
in these shadows
as I try
stepping out
without waking you
and yet telling you
in muted tones
that I'll be gone
just five minutes
whispering advice
to closed eyes
on how to contact me
in case of an emergency
that might
arise
©2007 Paul O'Kane