London Poem: Day 364

16 August

It’s getting closer,
Winding down
Like spiral stairs,
Leading to the
Other heaven.
Just kiss me, and
We’ll go.
Where doesn’t matter
Because the finality
Of the year is just
Inches away,
We will step in another,
Same as did the last,
And count them as
They stack up,
End on top of end.

London Poem: Day 346

29 July

There is no cohesion,
Or shape,
To our rolling world.
The sea and
The city become one
Homogenous tangle,
Wrapped in sallow circles,
Returning to
Where all of this began.
You and I know,
The words
That always come between,
None of this
Would end the way it
Was crafted.

London Poem: Day 335

18 July

Building already, I
See two bridges stretching,
Connecting two cities to one,
Even while I watch London
Bloom, like strange winter
Flowers, Right out of the
Earth, skyward. This place
Doesn’t matter for the moment,
The hope is it will be exactly
Where we left it when we return –
Unlike those winter flowers who
Wither and die before
They can be fully admired.

London Poem: Day 126

21 December

Softly it comes,
With the sound following
Closely behind.
It’s all wrapped in the pall
Of where we are, and
Everything in between.
It’s the center that holds
It all and keeps us going on
Before we turn and go.
So, this is just where we are,
Knowing we can live
Wherever we fall.
Home is just a sound,
Not unlike your name.
A sound that helps
Carry me through all of this.

London Poem: Day 117

12 December

The long flight tomorrow –
Being swept away into dreary skies.
It may be the sky that is dreary,
But the place in which the sky separates.
Forced to return to a life
Far removed,
What will break, me or the world?
I can scarcely recall
Where I was when I left,
All that lives is what is now.
But, I’ll be returning
In the same way that I left:
Loving you and the life
I moved for.