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