I am here between the
north and the south,
the east and the west,
finding my way to where
I should be, but where
that is, I cannot say.

I am on the street,
on the avenue with Prufrock,
looking in smudged glass windows
through the yellow fog and
dreaming of days gone
and yet to come.

Yet all seems at ease
in the modern world, all at
ease in days of convenience
and obscurity where I stand
in the street and look to the
north, south, east and west.

 

26/5/2024