I will travel
Find places to go
I will unravel
The wonderful feelings
Which made me so
Where to go next
Where to go now
The trials of the text
Amidst the wide-eyed mix
Of wondering how
All alone
With thoughts in a whirl
Yes, here on my very own
Writing, waiting for love
To gradually unfurl
Expectation
As if the day itself
Was part of a play
As opposed to one mind
Dictating events
Inclination
As if to wander
Was due to the joy
Found in unexpected places
Where time stood still
The page is blank
An open invitation
To begin the day lightly
With no overriding
Sense of purpose
Other than to enjoy
The beauty of being
The deliberate nature
Of breathing, of smiling
Of writing au revoir
I thought to go to Ely
To the stained glass museum
Instead, I stayed in Revesby
To smell the jet aircraft’s perfume
Also to watch the pilots
Coerce the birds from the sky
Flash cars speeding by
Jet aircraft in the sky
If I had a cigarette
Now would be the perfect time
But I don’t
And I haven’t for seventeen years
Although it seems, or appears
To be considerably longer
Instead it is a bar of chocolate
With my diet Coke
And an Americano coffee
With these words that I write
