Bristol Walking

Bristol walking

I will not eat unless I am hungry
I tell myself,
But what to do when
The need for comfort descends,
When there are no arms
To wrap around and hold,
No naked body to merge with.
Ideas that form
As I walk the Downs and
The elegant ’old city’ streets;

This work with words
goes some way, I muse,
Meeting the space, as
Home now
I sit
Pen to paper;
Beside me
A mug of sweet tea steaming
A slice of hot buttered toast
Mmmmmmmmm !

December 2010