Anticipation
HAWK-EYED, impatient, I perch
Before a first-floor window and
Await your imminent arrival in
The way that a stranded crab
Might yearn for the welcoming
Arms of an approaching tide.
At the merest glimpse of your
Familiar form, distant and yet
Instantly recognisable, I am
Captured by a mysterious and
Invisible undercurrent, drawn
Away like a shard of ocean
Driftwood as the limited
Confines of my world are
Forced apart by a revelatory
Consciousness of the heart.
Tho' it be late in the day, when
The flickering street lamps of
Twilight are beginning to display
The intermittent symmetricality
That courses through the buzzing
Circuitry that marks their nocturnal
Labours, a familiar light returns to
A darkening sky and I find myself
Joyfully illumined by the more
Natural radiance of your latest
Homecoming.
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Words: Troy Southgate
Art: Paul Bloomer, The Return of the Light