21 Jan 2015


Stop the world, I need to get off.
In the rush to get there,
I’ll miss the weeds on the railway
the spider on the wing mirror
the bird in the chimney 
            fluttering, clamouring
      Gasping for space
Avoid the gaps in the pavement,
Walk around ladders,
Never look up.
Stop. Rewind.
                    Carpe Diem
Step into the gaps between the moments -
    Attune the ear
    Refocus the eye
Synaesthetic: taste the colours, feel the sound.
for the texture
Of time, passing -
                          Invisible starfall
                                                   -telegraphed in strokes and flecks
Etched into the soul