It's just the wind on the Water
''It's just the wind on the
water'' - she said as
they looked through
the glass onto the devastation of the dark weather
''we are safe behind the
glass whilst it ravages
the view'' - the kiss - & the embrace
the stillness in the air
meeting his eyes in one
moment - a quiet sound
up & down, up & down, up & down
in the lift not
knowing our floor the most wonderful game around,
the lift has never had
so much exercise as when we travelled meeting
new people as it breezed past floors
we lept through the doors & past the stares
& all the laws!
''Why don't we come here
in the break'' - she said
''the Cinema floor''
where two sets of lovers only
in the bare landscape sat, talking & embracing each
other with their glances...................
Forgot, mislaid &
came away slowly from
the dancers, walking through the avenues of
people making dynamic patterns of life with their undergound thoughts
to a silent corner,
''an intimate space in the World'' he told me, where
''the only spy was ourselves & we could see everything by not looking
& yet we only had ourselves to see.''
Too much conversation &
you cannot remember what you last saw or where you want to be?
We ran away as early as the lights chose to sweep from the stage onto us,
to see what we had to say? - but it was not so much in fact we had aready gone our own way.
Into the darkness where our coats were
laid, all tucked up in a box like a Christmas present -
the warmth of our left behind skins
closed around our bodies again
on the journey home in the rain.
A following of a man running in all directions
because he went the
the avoidance of the tramps with the shopping trolley
& wondering if they will make it to the next day -
The walking around & around the bank
to find Circe only to find
the link was broken
& then the descent on the escalator to discover we must part
in the opposite direction, just as
our bodies had spoken.
Image - Terry J Johnson