By Benjamin Corry Wright Kootbaully
I take a step from off the deck and in
To night; a heady lift of air, to steep
The week.
As light subsides, lungs open wide,
Exhaustion, engines, fall behind.
The grounds will rise at lower tides,
Unlatch the filters – serve the night.
My breath awakens freeze-dried streets again,
My spirit stirs this cast of featured bronze;
My smile returned, black liquour on my lips,
My eyes, acute with widowed innocence.
For London runs within my blood; to drink
In waves of scoured brass upon the Thames
Enlivens thought, as caffeine does; to sink
The weight of life to come when study ends.
I take a seat.
The cold dispelled, I meet the sun,
With weary eyes and absent mind,
Myself and London,
Intertwined.
BCWK
Wells Street Journal 