London Poem: Day 16

2 September

Due to wind and weather,
Dripping and splashing harshly,
We are forced to lay hidden,
Caught between walls, alone,
Worlds howling, and yet,
Dry and quiet –
We live removed.
What separates us?
The natural world booms beside
As a natural comfort unfolds.
What is real living?
Nothing outlives the other,
There is only acceptance and ignorance.
Don’t close your eyes
Let both worlds wash over you
And see how they intersect
Like crossing streets.
Each are part of the whole
And still empty and longing are words
That weigh and make more sense than joy,
And understanding:
Life is funny at times.

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