and again i hear

if you were only little again
to climb
to be amazed by bark and birdsong
the trees carry on
even if the water in the thames shifts every second
like dead skin dancing in the air
in the thick of canbury gardens i'm so unfrightened i can almost fall backwards
assuming

like five thousand mornings ago

my grandfather's arms could harbour

cradle

live on

our makers are the actual angels
the honesty and the heart in homesickness

here
the need for another layer
an afternoon pint

in the thick of the world i come here
always back to you
this trail i know blindfolded