Everyday Static

Driving along alone

between unforgiving buildings,

raindrops flicked up by tyres,

airwaves breaking

like rain on a windscreen,

reminded me of you and me

in the car, in static:

windscreen wipers tired;

the tyres flat;

the fire and its mountain-flames

hovering in our minds

like a back-seat driver gone to sleep;

the world at water level as we pulled up

and gazed out into the harbour,

mountains and rain dissolving in lumpy waves.

(published in Everyday Static, Vagabond, 2010)