I feel it in my gut:
the world is not at ease,
still troubled, still churning
as ever from history,
still caught up in
invisible ways that sit
within souls unrecognised.

I feel the dread both night
and day, living deep as
prophecy that I hope is
not right but still seems
like truth that bubbles
away beneath the ‘normal’
that I have never believed.

From history I take my cue:
a warning to never be still,
never be satisfied, never
live according to convenience
or fear, but to look instead
into the coldness of truth and see
as the watchman on the wall
what’s coming over the hill.

 

13/6/2026