Diary Poem 2 Spinning in Silence A slice of silent contemplation the sky today is ice-cream blue rose candied pink with peach syrup clouds architecture is crisp in silhouette, sharp cold cut-outs, a paper stage in foam board and ink Stage of my play. Players coming in from stage left and stage right. And I’m lost up in the gods looking down and wondering when my cue might be. Momentary blip as I stand between Two posts. In the mouth of the goal But not back of the net. In a void of sound and input In a singular moment of stasis. Frozen in time. Briar Rose before everyone else wakes up A ghost who no one sees. Bustling past late looks Blond plait bobs by Curious looks. Locking doors Unlocking doors. A heated impassioned argument on the mobile In the corridor And all the while the reflection of myself looks on in white Crumpled linen. Reflected in the surface of a video Repetitious spinni...