encounters, that count for--- something

these days

these nights

something else

there's light

everywhere

in every strange encounter

elder stradler, 

elder terry

two young american guys

who preach day and night

we prayed by the road side

i told them about my book

they told me about God

we set a date

for tea, to watch, to watch

the light grow

and differences

that aren't

stradling and terry

where did you guys come from

how did you end up here

in tooting one night

talking to me like

you guys are long-lost mates

I promise its not too late

to see it, through our eyes

we prayed by the roadside
we laughed and tried
to make sense of it----

missionaries
but the magic kind

and the magic of the trippy lights

of london before

walking and walking forever

taking a picture whenever

i thought i saw something 

beautiful and weird

but not another stranger

who sat next to me

a professor

a woman named H

...each day be strange
but then
waiting in the cold
cold cold cold
...........................................cold.......
but waiting in the cold
I remeber