Maximillian recollects an emotion
he had in 1984
I was sitting in the bath when the emotion
It started near the taps, deep underwater,
and flushed the water pink from plug to sponge
before exploding in a jazz impromptu:
six thousand, four hundred and twenty-two
point two of tiny bubbles -
and all of them singing.
I was only sitting in the bath.
It wasn't my fault.
If you've any comments on her poems, Helena
Nelson would be pleased to hear