People who live precariously are kings

Lean from cafes, mobile in one hand
Anchoring the space to some island
In their heads where there is chance
Lush encounters with Paraguayan dancers
Dreamscapes of foreign travel
An idea coalescing , germ of stories
Snippings of conversations, clinking
Coffee cups, glittering impenetrable lives
To take home and whisper into the corners
Of an empty room at midnight.

I am there with them. I watch them watching
Impotent as Canute before a sea
Of semiotics and a thesaurus of possibilities
I am waiting for something

A word
It will come.

 

 

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