not in peace

I sat down

where the great man wrote

to take a look

read from his book

& heard what he heard

saw what he saw

& I understood the words

had already fallen

for the idea

some time ago

felt the sense of place

exit from cities

foul humanity

dirt squalor disgrace

but I was not the only pilgrim

others had been before

& no doubt more

will come

like those who leave their litter

bottles cans paper plastic

homage corrupts if the wanderer

comes for bragging rights

not in peace

songs being sung

everything stopped

including me

about a day into the woods

stood in front a tree

six meters round

where the thin path

forked left & right

& I sat for a while

hearing the tree feel out the wind

insects in the grass below

& I could sing out

in my loudest voice

never heard before

but I didn’t

the songs being sung

here

were enough for me

the design awards going elsewhere

there was a while there

I did not feel a thing

got up in the morning because

the clock said so

the sun was streaming in

the noise of the world woke me

I’d make coffee

look out of the window

there was nothing else to do

feeling no connection

to any soul scurrying the street

there was a radio on low

& I’d try to catch

the words being said

it was all such drivel

demented dj’s trying to be real

& none of that was working out

I’d turn it off with a click

the reverb from that

likely to make me feel sick

sat in a chair

wondering at the wallpaper

the process of making all of that

frustrated artists working for the weekends

the compromises made by the departments

too many colours costing cash

thin down the detail for the print room

the design awards going elsewhere

& at the end of that exhausting day

I’d climb back into bed

pull the covers up

pray that was that