Ischaemia

Dear friend you enquire of Catullus and I answer

in my own voice, though the hand you see is another's.

Since the day I woke to a world of big things small

and the small large, reading, so also writing

have been beyond me. Numbers too, and maps –

the streets of my own town, the rooms of my own villa

confused. At home in my own head I've been lost!

That …