"When it came": a poem by Sam Riviere

I could see clouds in my coffee
clouds in my phone
satellites like the skeletons of dragonflies
were orbiting the planet
from the train I saw a cloud of birds
wow there were birds in my coffee
birds in my phone
as if everything on earth were texting
furiously everything else I could feel
their texts arriving in my body
this has been a blue/green message
exiting the social world

This article first appeared in the 21 May 2012 issue of the New Statesman, European crisis