Sporadic nomadic

I am tugged in five different directions

gently drawn and quartered

I take restless to another level

My bag is perpetually packed, an A-Z in the pocket

railcard in its worn plastic wallet, check my tickets,

my iPod the only companion.

Another train, walk, train, bus, metro, tube

Another book or two

and “Can you believe it’s nearly 3 years?

Where has the time gone?”

I’ve left clumps of it here and there;

like the swilled dregs from coffee cups in swinging bins at stations,

it’s dribbled unnoticed away.

Where am I headed?

What is my final destination?

Well, that depends what you mean

and what answer you want.

I’ve a split ticket;

I’m breaking my journey

for economy

& I’ve got an open return.

“This is the final call for this service

please take all your belongings with you as you step from the train to the platform.”

Because the cleaners in coats have come to evict discarded leftovers.

Once again in the waiting room of my life

I watch the fortunate few catch the express train through

Whilst I am restricted to the stopper.

But where to next?

I stare at the departure board unsure

reassessing my options

calculating what the delays will do

and when I might finally get to leave.

Signalling problems; the future is inscrutable.

“Please listen for further announcements.”



It’s nearly April

Spring is around the corner

Or is it here already –

Now and not yet

in Nature’s domain.

See, I’m doing a new thing; don’t you perceive it?

From prophetic Jesse’s branch

The dry bones grown flesh

Ezekiel’s desert army

starts its March.

New life



Like a bunny.

Life from the soil

Daffodils from bulbs

Dormant hopes we buried

Burst out in trumpets of gold.

Nature reawakens in anticipation

Leave your hibernation, learn to live again!


Easter is coming – Chinese: Fuhuojie

The literal Back to Life Festival

Where body and blood

crucified, died

rise again.

And Death itself starts working backwards…


“This is no thaw,” said the dwarf, suddenly stopping. “This is Spring. What are we to do? Your winter has been destroyed, I tell you! This is Aslan’s doing.”

– CS Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe