Vesna McMaster - Guest

‘Oh day and night but this is wondrous strange

Then as a stranger bid it welcome’

Thoughts that once only visited

Make themselves comfortable

Couch-surfing in my brain

Like aches that used to heal

But now are constant

That squeezing in the chest

The one you thought

Was just another deadline

Stays and makes its rhythm

Like the slow-lapping waves of

a quiet shore

aspirations crunching underfoot

A somatic embodiment of guests

I never knew I hosted:

Emotional phroggers

Leaving only crumbs and strange creaks at night

Telling me their stories

Wondrous strange