A Dream


Such a small
thing to ask

such a large
thing to gain

simplicity,
the surf breaking on the sand

the cry
of gulls

Abandoned Boat

This old boat has seen
many waves and many weathers,
saltworn timber cracked and withered
under peeling paint, yet buoyant still
its list upon the shelving shingle, still
its tilt above the turning tideline
to the gull's circuit and the sky's
face

 

 

 

 

Parting At Heathrow Airport

 

 

Those sunlit clouds

 

away beyond the wire and concrete hills

 

remind me that you're out there still, that we

 

who overlay the bones of time

 

with dreams

 

will always meet again

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parting at St Pancras Station (1998)

 

 

iron

 

and its monstrous sweep

 

defining emptiness

 

 

 

the echoed

 

throb, roar

 

of voices, sliding feet

 

to dim glass

 

 

against the sky's

 

gape

 

February winds

 

on empty platforms

 

 

coal, diesel

 

not in words

 

the cold

 

absolute reality of things