I think we all may have had the feeling recently that the world is changing rapidly and the future seems very hard to picture. Everything seems in transition, and the way we see places around us changes.
This Will Be (some might say) – For Sophie S.
As road signs slip away
And trainers on pedals squeak into the darkness
Almost certainly never to be seen again
It’s not so much romantic sunset as film noir exit
Hanging heavy in the leaden clouds
Amongst the clutter of a life long since unfathomable
The windows smoke
The tiger roars
The hill rises into the night
The world and his cat line the streets
Lord knows why
Against the scrawling showers
Full of bus exhausts, these concrete flatlands
Ashwood turns on a sixpence
Whisks you out of the frying pan
Into the emotional fire
Of a world simply undone
No fuss or pomp or ceremony
Save that for the last hat-throwing hurrah
Expired without a word.
No people on the pitch
No last minute winner
Just a few handshakes
The World flips axis and
The future beckons.
Here’s to the sunrise.