before dawn
then dawn itself
folding in on itself
a time
before time,
birdsong
words wrong,
before time
before the line
a sentence, a paragraph
an utterance
dawn,
there in camden
neon lights and random
things and things
looked so different
without people
without the people
in the cold soft light of dawn
without the people
exposing and forlorn
offloading, bits of torn-----
paper
not much later
I followed the grand union canal
up to the path I know well
up primrose hill
the sky was murky and so ill
the sun it will
not rise for me
or the youngsters already there
like they came out of
a tv series, a novela, a movie
about broken dreams
and love and what it means
to be that age
-------a teenage
are, you there,
still? another sunrise
the sun was missing
or it rose the other way
and I wasn't looking
so I wandered back onto
that old train
and closed my eyes,
wishing sleep came
when it was supposed to
and there then, it came out
the sun, in lower marsh
I had a cup of tea alone
and then at lunch
I went home
to the river
a home
to me
a place to be
and even later on
that very day
I went to see St Paul
I heard the cathedral say
it's you
it's you again
it's you
and so I crossed the silver
but still the
whispers continued
so soft like the tunes they sung
the men with dreadlocks
and the two musicians who came
up again
and a crowd of ten thousand
but to travel, to travel and to just be
exactly
where you're supposed to
it doesn't get much better....
than this
alhumdulillah
