A poem by our very own member John - title 'Four'

Four

Twins, and knowing it, you seemed more real;

Anne and Ben. Then Cara, Don, Ephraim.

To us. Who else might call you by your name?

Who are my family? What should I feel

about our kinship? Are we yours? And how

will you perceive our world and us two? Still,

would we recognise each other? Will

you remain unreachable? For now

we see your mystery is complicated,

each Sunday. What we do is to imply

that thinking will not soothe or clarify.

What you will be and are and were created

dislocation. Of spirit:

Of the world but not in it.