In the lap of morning skies
I awake in the North of London
A nod to nature –
greeted by a new frequency, birds channel
a comprehensive melody
of intriguing energy.
A nod to my neighbour –
no longer strangers we now greet each other by name,
reciprocating starry eyed smiles
In the lap of midday skies
I walk alone in the North of London
A nod to my new acquaintance –
pegged upon an endless line,
we air our fears in the breeze
queuing for longer than our life cycles combined,
confusion is stained
upon the silk of our hearts.
In the lap of evening skies
I ponder on life in the North of London
A nod to loved ones –
your calls caught my emotions in the cushion
of your palms.
you saved me from colliding into concrete.
A nod to silence elevated –
but for the cry of emergency,
the roads dare not speak. the
finger of authority lay firm across its lips.
street lights shine on no production.
all is still.