Looking Back

Looking back at the house

from the bottom of the garden

where the waste bins are

I saw clouds move away, to show the stars

and I watched space stretch back

toward the start of time.

The small terraced house looked so different

and I wondered

how everything could fit underneath

the roof we haven’t fixed yet.

Beneath the numinous moon spotlight

at the bottom of our garden

I saw the tiger that’s been stalking me

curled up quietly

next to the recycling bin

getting ready to rest.