You know, here, in isolated country, under canvas
In the still of night there is no one to be afraid of
No fear outside of our own imagination
Only ghosts of a suicidal farmer and his in bred son
Not so in the city of a thousand and one creations
With psychologists, philosophers
Non-denominational priests
And the next day latter day nun
I feel safe with people around
In any case
What would the thief take from me
My clothes, my hand baggage, my loose change
How succinct
And so obvious
Life could steal my possessions
But not me, nor my dreams
Or my thoughts of the open road
The sparrows in the hedgerow
The robins in the garden, and the hip-hop busker
Going up the coming down escalator as if unseen
Told of old people unable to talk to young people
Policeman, who banned sales of eggs to teenagers
Health and safety; fearful that they will create havoc
Around the time of Halloween
