It was never an offered gift, but it was an opportunity. How many of those are left, and how long will continuity alone nourish a people? How much is too much change? Those who know they’re able to thrive don’t need a strange, new Scotland. They’re lucky. Some do. Some do. They wake in this one numbly. There’s no hero, no symbol, no saviour among the friends and families now. There is a nod to a neighbour.
Erik Kennedy's poems and reviews have appeared in Antiphon, Catalyst, The Curator, Oxford Poetry, Poems in Which, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. He lives in Christchurch, New Zealand, at www.erikkennedy.com, and on Twitter at @thetearooms.