Turning
away from the accident,
the
dog passes by on the pavement,
stops
and crosses the road
without
a thought.
In
the shadow of the block opposite,
five
people are discussing
neighbourhood
plans,
the boom
in new buildings,
and
who wants them,
who
will live in them,
who will
take the profits?
Finally,
something lifts
like
a change in the weather.
The
simplest objects become
indications
and we’re no longer lost
among
piled words, divided loyalties,
snatches
of songs that we hear
through
open windows.
The clouds
play with the sun
over
the flower garden
where
birds argue in tune
and
the fruit in the trees
ripens
without effort.
Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
