In my dream the cosmos was a dark room

and the Big Bang was a door opening.

You know how it is, when that chink of light

opens its mouth and swallows the walls,

paints pictures on them, draws the lightshade.

That mirror with the unsightly frame.

Well that was the Big Bang, a door opening

and suddenly I’m remembering that there

are colours and angles and three dimensions

and something other than the black.

First published in The Frogmore Papers, issue 92.