Poem: ‘For Jon, Pam, Tom and Katie up in the air’
Ian Pople, 24 January 1991
So what did you think with Katie on your knee as the plane turned in over the Harbour? That tame dolphins are not the same as piccolos;
that as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be; that the prickling at the roots of your hair is the light dancing from the waves
in Hong Kong Harbour, like buttons on a radio, and not the jackhammer of the heart above the baby sleeping on your...