So close

that I could drown

in The Tamar in the attempt

in trying to reach

a buried deep home…

 

Too close the brightness of the day

that started out by hanging

on my doorstep

as the four in the morning Blues

threatened to send my over

active mind

into the screaming landscape

of anxiety filled possession.

 

The cold of autumn

on the empty dance floor of Lime Street

is briefly ignited by the warm

good morning greeting to stony Ken,

iciness falling on deaf ears

and the expected giggle

from the friendly tickling stick,

too wrapped in the blanket

of uncertain times and near freeze

of Lime Street, is met with just a glance

of stragglers…missed trains home

from the Sunday night parade

of shorts and measures

in which their stories will exaggerate

over time…

 

Too early a day.

 

Lime Street barely alive

as the adverts start to churn,

another day of aspiration, of want

and illuminating the scene

of those sleeping in fog in desperate times

above ground…daring to keep breathing

less some take them away…

 

Too early today

 

London train suddenly sparks to life,

the pulse of blue starts to wake

and Liverpool

 

Too Soon

 

Will be in the distance.

Ian D. Hall 2018