Back from London.
Now I am back from London
Everything slows down
The quiet house seems like an abstract painting
Where references to living things
Are deeply superficial.
Something is missing.
And here....
Green fields.. green sleeping hills
The landscape repeats itself
as images forever changing
....and....
If I look at it for long enough
....it loses meaning
The eye is sharper in a dream than in imagination
I shut my eyes in order I might see
Without a brain..the London I have left....
The snake and lizard tunnels underground...
Head-colds and coats and shoes ... the heavy feet...
The city and her heaving streets..
Plane trees as high as houses meet
Small city birds on city wings.
I cannot cross that chasm in small steps
It needs great strides
I’m torn between the two..with one foot in and one foot out..
Give me a London Park and I will walk you through it.
Give me a woodland without flowers
And I will fill it for you
And whether here or there
Or whether now or then...
Once you have been there you will go again.
Kristine Byrne
Jan. 2013