Did you See?
Did you see the clouds at 8
A screen of whispy-white?
Did you see the clouds at noon – Lumpy, broad and bulging?
Did you see the stars fall down – burning for attention?
Your heart just spoke, I heard it cry –
Turn, look, listen.
It was 8am, walking the same path to the train, when I was caught by the clouds. Caught again at noon. The world keeps singing — sometimes we’re awake to hear it, sometimes we’re not. That space between being caught and being asleep to it — that’s where a lot of my work lives.
