Bless you, people, for your solidarity and support in the face of London's grief today. I have no words, no anger at the moment - only sadness that I have no feeling left to express what you all do so admirably. Maybe as the stories continue to unfold and I hear more of the personal encounters of this ongoing tragedy - which started this afternoon in a shop locally with the owners trying to get through to London suppliers and being greeted with bad news... only the beginning, I'm afraid, as so many of us live our lives between "Town" and country. I'll keep you posted as to what I hear. This is a manuscript piece about the shadow of death, and goes out with my love, empathy and prayers to all those who are frozen beneath this shadow of grief this evening - in London and in the many other stricken parts of our beautiful planet and global community. And may God graciously grant us the thwarting of follow-up campaigns. I know He hears us as we cry...

SENSELESS


A taxi with blackened windows comes to a slow halt
outside my neighbours' house. Four of the five family
members alight, heads bowed, and go indoors.
Something inside of me dislocates. I hear again the
kittens my mother drowned at birth. I stare at the
calendar on the wall. No such thing as time.
Yesterday is spent, no longer smelling of anticipation.
and plans that lie ahead seem like mirages, things
seen in the distance but never arrived at. The kitchen
clock has stopped. There is only now, this moment
waiting for what has already taken place. And all I feel
is numb.