It seems to me
From the way you dress
That you are a long way
A long way from home
I also surmise, surprised
That you are lost
Lost inside, or so I find
Inside your sketchbook mind
Looking back
Back along the promenade
The turret and the tower
They are your silhouettes
The clock in the square
The coronation cross
They are your foreground,
Your definition and fine detail
This picture
Framed to the East
Framed by the faraway shores
Beyond the distance
Away and beyond the horizon
The Jurassic cliffs crumble
Their history cloaks another kind of time
You are, I surmise
A long way from home
Are you here to escape
Escaping the troubles of a mad mankind
Are you here; away, but crippled
Crippled by your wandering mind
The stillness and calm
Of this present situation
Aside from the wars and the warriors
Is it this that tests your patience
The injustice of your situation
Not by choice, nor in context
Simply an artist drawing; drawing
On what’s left, left of life in time
The light is fading
You have moved along
The chorus, or the song, has gone
The stolen lives
Of those you’ve left behind
