The Animal

by Lucy Pagerey-Grey

In a dream
I saw myself
Clutching the tail
Of my own life –
I saw how far
The Animal extends:
The whole time
I walk here
Is the single bounce
Of a single bone
Stuck like a button
To the tail of
Some furious monstrous thing
I am hardly worthy to name.

Three Thirty Three

by Lucy Pagerey-Grey

It is enough to see and not to wish.
Because the wish is still there –
It will always be there,
Like the numbers that are nowhere
And yet so easily grasped –
Desire is there giving
Birth to each minute.
And though in the lucky glance
Your watch may offer coincidence cubed,
Want is in them all,
And the wish never stops.

The Day Before Thursday

by Lucy Pagerey-Grey

it’s funny, really,
to look at the mountains…
to just think about
looking at mountains
when you are inside a building
sitting next to a calendar
with a watch on your wrist…
to remind yourself that
tomorrow is thursday,
perhaps the thousandth thursday
you’ve been around here
looking at mountains
and buildings and calendars,
thinking about them, and
thinking about yourself
thinking about them.