16th March 2009
A world for you.
Artistic colours lining the surface
of a forgotten wall.
A single person on a long, seemingly empty seat.
The colourful beads of a passenger with lime green
Walking, searching, a daily routine.
Silence. Number six, or seven.
The injured toe of a sincere girl
dressed in black.
The things I love about normally being
late; running my watch forward –
in seemingly late preparation.
Yet – sometimes aware,
sometimes unaware –
of the seconds flying by a little too ahead.
Care to know; no –
almost the echo of a song familiar and
liked; to find I was wrong.
Often too eager for time of schedule to end.
A small plan, to do for today.
Are we stopping, or are we at a constant speed?
To reflect on what I had learnt,
the speed of light.
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
Sunlight shines subtly through the windows.
A fence lines. A train has stopped –
within the slow blinking of an eye,
a light turns off.
The sparkle of a cluster of diamonds at
the end of a riff.