suddenly – a violent storm
lightning, squally rain
here I am, snug and warm
up late with a book again

propped up on pillows
buried in a duvet
lost in the temples
of Göbekli Tepe

foxes, snakes, vultures, wolves
on jointed megaliths
patiently carved with primitive tools
for ritual emphasis

here I lie, the light still on
the new year just ahead
worried about what’s yet to come
while ancient beasts play round my bed