I never could have thought
Back on that February night
Where the ever this could go
I was already adrift
And to drift a little more
Was a, more than, adventure
Those words today
Came to me, as the fine
Drizzle turned to full on rain
There was I, an afternoon
To wander, in a linen jacket
With fresh blown hair
These words now I write
In the café
With a cup of tea
A toasted currant teacake
With the butter left at your suggest
On the plate, set to one side
In the last year
I have been more alive
Than in many a year
Is this then the project
That I was due to be allocated
If so I hesitated but then I flew
Would ever you or anyone
Our thoughts hope ever to
Be captured
All our days
All our nights
All our thought provoking moments
