The blood red moon is hidden by cloud:
just in case it’s me, I walk round the house
and look out of other windows
but the cloud persists – so thick it could be fog:
just in case it’s me, I check the Cathedral,
and from my bedroom window I can see the spire
reaching up to heaven
Just in case it’s me, I look out of other windows
and heaven is certainly there
though it may be hidden behind the cloud
or fog: just in case it’s me
I reach out and touch it
I am the moon – there is blood on my hand