Had I Not Been Awake
A WIND THAT ROSE AND WHIRLED UNTIL THE ROOF AND GOT ME UP, THE WHOLE OF ME A-PATTER, IT CAME AND WENT SO UNEXPECTEDLY A COURIER BLAST THAT THERE AND THEN Seamus Heaney HAD I NOT BEEN AWAKE I WOULD HAVE MISSED IT,
PATTERED WITH QUICK LEAVES OFF THE SYCAMORE
ALIVE AND TICKING LIKE AN ELECTRIC FENCE:
HAD I NOT BEEN AWAKE I WOULD HAVE MISSED IT,
AND ALMOST IT SEEMED DANGEROUSLY,
RETURNING LIKE AN ANIMAL TO THE HOUSE,
LASPED ORDINARY. BUT NOT EVER
AFTER. AND NOT NOW.
