• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 10


You’ve seen them on the underground, retire
to some private place they think their own.
All different and all the same.

It might be thimbles, Queen Mother commemoratives,
tea towels, LMS, trashy novels. You’ve seen their enthusiasm –
hats crusted with badges and patches sewn on.

For some it’s, tree frogs of the Amazon,
footwear of the eighteenth century, guitars, violin.
You’ve seen them carrying instrument cases you can’t even

It’s another kind of travelling. Let them.
And go with love to the quiet place of your own
where the sky is high and clear. Envision

where, in the crowd, you too can be alone.
Go now, spend time. It’s okay.
Whatever turns you on.