Saint Paul's Cathedral 1989

The interior is mute,

apart from November.

You see an American tourist

standing longer than anyone

at The Light of the World.

Alpha and Omega.

The way I look up

directly under the dome,

expecting more than afternoon.

Crossed paths foreshadow

celebration to come.

Cathedral-worthy.

Patience!  Twenty years is nothing.

I capture the event on film.

Overexposed geometric staircase.

And just outside those massive doors:
You.  Browsing a table of books.

tk/July 2015


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Northern Quarter

Random faces on the street―

one could be yours. 

I shut my eyes, count to a thousand.

Voices within earshot take me to sleep. 

The door is unlocked.

Windows near the fire escape open

just enough―not from forgetfulness,

but for a drawbridge.

A welcome note waits in the hall,

a second in the kitchen―

short sentences made to measure,

emphasis on the penultimate. 

The words work overtime,

call your name above the city―

come a great distance

to find you.

tk/ February 2014


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