I’m a little bit in love with the world again today.
Not just the bright courtyard outside my bedroom door
that eases me into another morning here
or the sea-beyond-rooftops view as I walk down the hill
to this quiet city I know too well
this afternoon city of doors pushed closed
alleyways blocked by bins
streets swept clean by a northerly at least
– it’s the world outside this that fills me with light.
Sent words map out wherever it is you are
snippets of your day in exchange for my evening
a little bit in love and a gallery of images
on trains, at stations: forever moving
or waiting to be moved again.