Transparency by Richard Biddle - The William Blake Poetry Prize 2013 Winner!

Transparency

Rain that wept from the gutter last night
has slowed to a glycerin drip.

Now it comes, one clear tear at a time.

A perfect lens capturing a whole world
inside its micro-mirror, split second drop.

And just for a moment, I too am within its
pear-shaped prism.

And just for a moment, I too am clearly
seeing what isn’t there.