Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

From nowhere
from nothing
from darkness
back to a room
and questions
'Where am I?'
a bit too hard
to answer

A tricky skill
to move
from one world
to another
with facility
consummate
we could say
yet can we
do it at will?

We're aware
simply of now
of having been
immersed elsewhere
and now being here
returned
passed by hand
from one world
to the next
our consciousness
a simple bundle
worked forward
from defence
to midfield
to attack

As balls then
why are we
so very proud?

Shutford