the clouds race through the sky
horses in some grand race above our heads…
the sun is beating down here all the power of God
in its beams- perhaps the light of the world
and all round streets houses
suburban bliss and safety
and perhaps as such a kind of lying
as the wars happen in distant absurd countries
as the sinister juggerant bombs are polished
as the cheese bubbles and pops under the grill
as the sweat emits from a strangers armpits
as old age pensioners wither in the heat gracefully
this is the life this here
hand and foot
mouth and eye
body part
with the land part
joining
piece by piece
eye by eye
life here
a great tapestry
of lives
and memories
as ever
cross bend
and contort
as the sun bakes down
as the minds begin tp wander
…and clouds continue to gallop
through the space of the world
