Iain Twiddy
Every Second
It makes sense, when the mud-run river I grew up by implied every second
that like itself, I could leave, indeed go anywhere every time never again —
that from Prague’s florid blocks, Tōkyō’s concrete colony, Auckland’s Vulcan suns, from four decades away
I keep coming back with the weight of a sea just to hear it again, just to be clear.
Iain Twiddy studied literature at university, and lived for several years in northern Japan. His poems have been published in Flyway, Quiddity, Poetry Ireland Review, The London Magazine and elsewhere. Issue 14 | Blue Mountain Review | 27