Sunday, March 18, 2012

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)