Stood stock still at the cross-roads in the park
Frank at my heels
Morning sunlight bathes my back
Washes through me,
Warming.
People come and go
Some fast, some slow.
Most lost in thought or screen
Brows furrowed,
Man and dog unseen.
But some do smile
As they scuttle past.
I gaze for long down the railway path.
Figures loom towards us, pass by
And are gone.
Others recede and shrink, absorbed by the mottled green
To another, distant scene.
A robin, breast a-glow, flits pasts us.
Curious or playful? Hard to know.
Light and shade jostle on the dry, beaten earth
Dappling the ground with green, grey and brown
Shape shifting, never in repose,
As the sunlight dances, ebbs and flows.
Let’s loosen the bands that bind
Slip the knots, the tangles uncurled.
Let our feet stand soft upon the ground
And become one with the dusty world.
