I go camping
I live intent
I unspoken
I content
I no words
I no news
Sun rise
Sun down.
I go town
Listen rumble
Stumble rubble
World shouting
World inspin
World falling.
I go camping
I live in tent
I reinvent
I content.
I go camping
I live intent
I unspoken
I content
I no words
I no news
Sun rise
Sun down.
I go town
Listen rumble
Stumble rubble
World shouting
World inspin
World falling.
I go camping
I live in tent
I reinvent
I content.
In a park
quiet near the station
forty silver chairs
beckon you
read their lines
aloud while
strolling between maples
in shade
friendship
celebration
honour
one city’s gift to another:
forty poets
whisper
bonne fete et
many more…
You see now, don’t you?
Home is where you come from
Of course it is
But Home is also
where you are now.