Two times over, # 2

From a distance
I watched them all
melding into a pool of depression
layers of drab browns and grey
cloaked
wrapped and re wrapped
people brave enough to be outside
thick air—
lined your throat and nose
grey plumes waved lazily from the sky
chimneys smoked—
fires burned
it was mid July

Two times over

It was mid July
fires burned
chimneys smoked
grey plumes waved lazily from the sky—
thick air lined your throat and nose
people brave enough to be outside
cloaked
wrapped and re wrapped
layers of drab browns and grey
melding into a pool of depression—
I watched them all
from a distance

It's all about them

Clock tower
but time stands still—on
an insignificant hour
and the world continues to pass by
unaware—
men in suits, sleek mobile languidly held to the ear
talking to a dealer about which car best suits him
while at home—
someone waits
her dreams cast  aside so long ago
she doesn't even recognise the person
who stares back in the reflection of the window
she's just cleaned
her days spent in mndane
ordinary mind numbing
nothingness—
until
that time
kids get home and ask her
what's for snack,
for dinner—
not even a how was your day?
And her favourite,
why can't you get a real job—
clock tower stands still
when you have nowhere you need to be

Pious heart

In-between remembering and forgetting
the differences in life and death
metaphorically
not physically
I took a gamble on something
that I never thought I would
reluctant to take the first step
hesitant to take the second
I succumbed with the third
Oh—joy
my eyes opened
heart sang
why had I shielded my destiny
beneath fruitless
insignificant blether
privy to something great
nightingales sang in my honour
a crown of babies'-breathe and daisies
lined my head—
joyous love
laughter
how much had I missed