We search the far horizon from the safety of our shore
The incoming tide furtively trickling in between our toes.
The icy water recedes, then comes again
With perilous momentum lapping by stealth
Until it casts aside the fragile markers
of our ordinary lives.
Fists clenched, we hold fast.
Not tides but numbers mark the hours
And all the while the endless weeks …
Then months of isolated days
Fall through our fingertips
onto the shifting sands.
Nothing for sale
But it was just after 10am
Everyone has to sleep, sometime.
Just soulless rooms with empty stools
All the better for selling the wares
Red …. of course
The sweet cloying perfume of cannabis
Hung heavy in the morning air
Joints easier to buy in a coffee shop here
Than a decaf latte to go
She barely registered them
Safe in their cosy togetherness
Just stood there
Bored vacant stare
A world away from theirs
The other side of the glass
A man’s fantasy tick box
In one window display
“It’s just sex”
“They’re looked after here, they’re …. clean”
“Business is business”
“At least she has a job”
“It happens anyway, anywhere”
“You can look, but, no fucking photos … ok?”
None of it felt, ok
Her waist gave her away
Less a woman, more a girl
When did her journey bring her there?
Too young, too young
Did her mind and her heart become empty rooms
Where for less than 50 euros
She had no choice but to sell her soul
They had each held the end
Of the invisible string of fate
All the while
The string coiled tighter
Pulling them in
Closer and closer
Life held its breath
Their bodies so near now
The distance between them
No more that a moment in time
“Can I sit here?”, she’d said
He looked up,
The day stood still
All that went before, was before
This was their time
Fate’s work was done
How was your day, today, my love?
Was the train on time?
Did your meetings all go well?
Did you work your lunch, or take the time, to look
out of the window at that bluest of blue sky we had today
and wonder if I’d seen it too?
And are you seeing friends tonight?
Or snugging in
with season four, a beer and take away?
The same …
the train, the meetings all went well, the lunch, the bluest of blue sky,
the friends, the snugging in …
and yes, I did, take time to wonder about you.
… you haven’t met me yet, don’t even know my name.
Our ordinary days go by, our lives evolve,
our paths wind on their way.
But know that, on just one of your so ordinary days
You will look up and see me there and wonder
is it her?
The one who I’ve been waiting for?
And I will feel the same.
Don’t rush, my love.
That day will come and if the time is right,
There’ll be no need to shout, and wave to stand out from the crowd.
Our paths will cross
And I will know you are the one
And you will know it too.
And there will be no more so ordinary days …
… and you will know for sure that when you see the bluest of blue sky
… that I have seen it too.
Laughter needs two people.
Laughing alone, tears rolling down her face,
because her book, the one that was meant to make it look
like she hadn’t been stood up
in the restaurant,
that book – well it was
side-splittingly, eye-wateringly hilarious!
And who, in their right mind, would want to sit
anywhere near the crazy English lady
snorting in the corner!!