Winter in the world
The old lady struggles, footsteps careful, leaving shuffle marks in the snow. No shopping bag, so maybe it's church, and maybe not. Perhaps she is out for a walk, because she can, and the night is spare, and she is undiminished and harder than bone.
Bevel (Carcanet, 2012)
Many thanks to Carcanet Press for permission to reprint this poem. You can buy Bevel on their website here.