Nicholas Jones11 Jun 2005

But there isn't supposed to be a sense of wonder. It's the sun coming on on my garden, not very exciting. It's about the terror of not being able to sleep and seeing it get light (which it does very early in Britain in June). But that watching the light distracts me from the whole being unable to sleep thing. Hm. Perhaps the fact I need to explain all this shows the poem doesn't. First draft anyway, needs a re-write.