10/1/19: of birth


To drift upwards also
& so many, so many problems
of how to face it: but
does one need to? I mean
when you leave, walk out, &
the streets are cleansed by the early
morning rain & the first buses move past
you can make your own way to the Sandwich Bar
for the cup of coffee before it's home
& time to collect that burden. Then
looking out, do you still hear
it
     as day starts to slip in &
there's no stopping anyone as
we all whizz along the routes we each chose half
in chance we know but they're
the way now we are, set off
do you think also by that
cry?
          Time to drain the cup quickly
get up & go past the cloudy glass doors &
pull your coat over your shoulders against the wind. Whatever
it was it is part of the process &
the noises of the street don't drown or disturb
they add to it with a comic harmony
more pleasant because only you
know the secret today.