Images of Serenity
Gaping, cavernous void
With a hole in your head
Where the rain gets in.
The smell of wet concrete
Remembering, so close to home
The perfume of urban wilderness.
I see a girl with a yellow jumper
Dirty sneakers, scuffed from use
She smiles at me, or another passer by
(it convinces me I'm human).
There is a bridge across the harbour
Of corrugated iron or steel
It looks modern and art deco - it crosses gaps pure man made.
Young lovers, hand in hand
(too many to count precisely)
Laughing at each others jokes
Feral cats, scavengers
Search the shorelines of beaches with no sand
A licking wind
That carries with it centuries of unknown stories
Blows my hair out of place.
I hear vague cries of something
Out of sight, but still in exsitence
Perhaps children, adult or immature?
I will never find out.
The sense of wrongness overpowers me
But a calmness (which can only come from inside)
Overpowers this.
Benches with inscrpitions
Dedicated to local heroes
Line the promenade
Soliders saluting fallen comrades
A memory preserved for them.
Apon the bridge there is commotion
Two young lovers argue
It may be distant, but I feel involved
(it is a voyeuristic tendencey of mine)
The noise makes a cat dart behind a boulder.
Fluttering wings, cigarrete smoke (my own)
The taste of salt, a lack of direction.
Eelctronic letters ride across a magnolia building
The words: PUMPKINPATCH 4.28
And: WARNING -
for your own safety in wet and frosty conditions please use the non-slip
walkway.
No one will sit next to me
They fear my personal space
The gaping, cavernous void
Is there for all to see
©Rupert de Paula
