Friday, 4 February 2011

Experiment for Week One

Streetlamps

I walk in the middle of streets for you,

I don’t know why but it’s what I do.

The setting sun cedes to sultry night

And streetlamps, striding, offer darker light.

With day’s end comes the artificial day:

In some ways more real than the rest.

A space, a stasis, so utterly your own

Where shadows roam the greater grown.

To keep the camber beneath my feet,

And both kerbs equidistant,

A travelling and a davening

Which leads me to my end;

Or some way to keep my feet from wet

When the rains are pulled in louring clouds.

A height it offers, a retrospect,

For old scenes made anew.

I’d like to think you’re somewhere too,

Walking streets as well,

And that we’d both step off our paths

To run as one together.

But now I shall walk them for someone else,

And someone else again,

Until I realise I walk them only

For and by myself.

1 comment:

  1. An experiment in loss? I like the imagery, especially a 'darker light'.

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