Monday, 27 April 2015

A Dream

Such a small
thing to ask

such a large
thing to gain

the surf breaking on the sand

the cry
of gulls

Saturday, 18 April 2015

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

Saturday, 11 April 2015

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)
and its monstrous sweep
defining emptiness
the echoed
throb, roar
of voices, sliding feet
to dim glass
against the sky's
February winds
on empty platforms
coal, diesel
not in words
the cold
absolute reality of things