1945 it was
in a basket Yes I lay
fresh eyes fixed on the blue sky
through the windows
there on high
a German plane
no bluer eyes
Locked to mine
a true surprise
The swastika
Embolded on his fuselage
then he was gone
between the houses
he had flown
a baby in a basket
the kitchen table I alone
For it was where
My mother left me
every morning.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.