posted on January 26, 2015 at 9:59 pm
deep summer

deep summer

tonight of all nights

tonight when i should be working working working

i slip down to the piers and jetties among the fisherman

sitting in the gentlest softest rain that falls from the white night sky

in the softest touch on my face infinite droplets

my black umbrella above like a crow i go along the bridges

under wavering lights dimly humming with moths

the spray drifts to earth slower than snow

a fugitive from myself i slink into the alleyways and trees

i shrink from my shadow which almost cannot be seen

i reach in my pocket and caress the raised ridges of a credit card

the water in my shoes is warm i slosh along then pleasantly

the label in my shirt sometimes scratches my neck and distracts me

everything i see or feel or hear keeps passing through me

i love everyone i see although it is very very dark now

the loving rain coaxes the plants from the soil

the loving sun pulls the water up from the sea

the merciful clouds raining their miraculous gifts

sometimes lightning thunder and hail but not tonight

under my own authority i have skived off work

i run across vast coastal plateaus soaked through my nine lives

people stop me to say things but the lovely rain muffles the voices

i look at their faces so soft and wonderfully dim

under the arc of the clouds

under the blankets of a  hazy darkness

cars streak past in street with gurgling gutter

impression of drain moving under us swollen in flood

impression of some beautiful cat eating some bird

impression of sobbing child about to give up forever

my encyclopaedic brain with many pages missing

i abandon my boots barefoot on the pavements

walking and walking wherever i’m going

impossibly quiet in the lanes near the sea

i suddenly wish i was home

alone in my scruffy room with guitars and pastels

and the sound of my fridge purring away in the heat

i would sit at my keyboard and type type type

i would come up with something

i’d be safe and i’d be warm

i could lay down and sleep

and then

i would be free




9 Responses to “empty handed”

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    Chris | 26 January 2015 at 11:24 pm #

    luminous sacred transcendent beautiful and holy in its humble human simplicity

    soft as a velvety night in Assisi…I picture Francesco wandering through rain drenched cobbled streets, the windows as blind as moles

    this is one where you here the voice of God and feel the nearness of the One

    blessing and gift

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    Gerard Hill | 27 January 2015 at 3:07 am #

    Really good.Melancholy and scary…….loved “a fugitive from myself”immediately followed by”I shrink from my shadow.”……….spooky like your songs………but a status we have all been in……. alone,frightened,insecure………..thus it is universal.

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    etta | 27 January 2015 at 6:50 am #

    Feels like a quick little trippin flit to hibernia already tickling for elusive profusive rainbow fish letting slip

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    Cath | 27 January 2015 at 10:11 am #

    <3 walks always worth having…the night reveals many mysteries and is never eternal in its embrace….love the squishy toes….they long for lush grass!
    hugs Steve
    Congrats on resident DJ it's nice to hear what inspired you

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    andy | 27 January 2015 at 11:31 am #

    surely one of the most lovely bits of prose i’ve ever read.
    I’m sure a walk in the rain has never seemed as wonderful.

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    Kerrie | 27 January 2015 at 11:40 am #

    Thank you Steve – I always find rain comforting, especially warm summer rain – and this poem was a lovely journey.

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    always@meetsdeadlines | 27 January 2015 at 11:53 am #

    Just an ordinary guy.

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    ess | 4 February 2015 at 9:21 pm #

    that was so beautiful, brought tears to my eyes. Just stopped in to randomly read one thing, I’m glad it was that one…

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