sight

Wedding perception

Some humans see blue black
Where others see gold white

Right wrong? No. Realities cohabit
Sight is a trick of the mind

In his tale of two cities Dickens said ‘The day came coldly, like a dead face out of the sky’

What is there to fill this grey day?

Is there someone for whom

It is not grey, is there someone

Who switches on the lights with

Every blink? Is there a place

In this grey city where life flows

Strong and people are enjoying

Their work and loving themselves

And seeing light in every eye even

Though the sun’s switched off?

Looking out on Manhattan from Brooklyn: Thought 1 between Madison and Wonder

Up up upp

Adding more

To spill over

Sight into sound

‘Awws’ and ‘Ewws’

Jazz sigh blues, lovers’

News repeated in the park

In each-other and others’ ears

Close behind the train sound

Chases the river breeze East.

Don’t let pain

Take the pain away

Take it down to the

High ground up ahead

To a place where it

Can breathe and exhale

Out the ache, the

Trapped strain that

Congests the brain and

Turn that clot of blackness,

Redundant coal to prism-like

Beauty like a pyramid,

Newly carved and decked

In adamite to brilliant the

Sun-strong beams that

Radiate sight.

 

Please take it away, shaft

It through this day to scratch

The surface of the next dawn

With a clean mark that says

Today is new and so are you,

Pain free- falling  blissfully in

 Light on a sirocco billow

Cushioned as you drop from

Branch to branch and bounce

Around with each new song.



Now it is waning

The pain in the feet

The sweat in the head

The crowd are dispersing

After relentless applause

In the sinus’ crammed stalls.

Making their way through

The limbs, women trailing behind,

Queuing under the Ladies sign

Written in tear duct pink

While the men go full surge

Ahead, keen to be first out,

At the nail-gates cold blue

Iron, into the night to hail

A cab home.