The rain stopped coming round 7 and the heavens were
Gold as a gong and robin’s egg blue
With a memory of you
I am on a higher plane
Haloing in a holding pattern
Circling the turbines on the
molten golden estuary.
And whilst we hang there, I am thinking
The cloud strata part like a multi-storey car park
As we slide past the snaking Thames
And silted tidal triangles out to sea
Oh like a Juggernaut you.
Far down there in the rippling clear
A sailing ship sits with rigging erect
Attentive to life’s arrival as I was to you
On that long ago January evening.
One of those intuitive blooms
Where I hoped then I knew we would meet
Yet I determined to hold you lightly
When I knew we’d only have to let go.
Fields of houses and tidy crescents
Surround primary colour docklands
And the sun shines bright on brick
Lengthening shadows form a tower’s train
And the Tarmac shimmers after rain.
And every second thought since
Always and forever you