life unfurls in tooting
all is noise
in tooting
all is noise,
I tried muting
out the whole world
save the sound of the wind
and the cry of the sun
save the sum
of the elements
inside and out
a series of encounters
removed all doubt
that life is unmoving
that history is reducing
us to mere cogs, sequences
so I found myself
in spaces the living (and non living) traverse
the denstists
the cemetery
the light streams
the ancient trees
whisper secrets
to one another
the wind carried them away
the sun had nothing to say
<an elemental cry>
the hospital
the sky is pink
the prayer room occupied
and that small chapel
an old man on a trolley bed
that painting on the wall
<of a lone figure by the sea>
and the primary school at twilight
there it was still
there it was, that deformed snail creature
molded from my child hands
the last stop: the college
everything is darkness
/////cutting the glass
soldering the broken pieces
watching them pass by
lives on short leases
moments that make up
a brief eternity
to live eternally
in a single day, in tooting
unmuting
////// hometown reveries
