Cityscape

I think on brooding horizons
As the sky,
Dark and menacing,
reaches its arms around me.

Did I ever reach so far
That I could stretch no further,
Push so hard
That I strained with the very effort?

Look at what we have become
And ask what is left
To sooth the heart
Of a travelling troubadour.

Light against light
Cascades my inner desire
To fly
Out there

And I lean into my window,
The numbing cold of it
Pressing hard against my forehead
And soothing my soul.


Me
Birmingham
19th floor