Eleven thousand three hundred sixty one miles away in a place I’ve never been, you are thinking of all the places you have never been or haven’t been, some for seasons, some for years.
A Paris pomegranate sunrise from the Pont des Arts, bright colours shimmying at the pulse of romance.
The blood cell rush of Shibuya, Tokyo at night among a river of strange symbols, blinking TV screens.
Prague dredged in frost, feet-chatter on cobbles past the Jan Hus memorial under a cool periwinkle sky.
Glossy tulips in Bilbao, metallic curves, trill of syllables by the teal Nervión.
I think of you, far away, same planet, different spot, the future washing towards us full of scrambled images and white noise, a trickle of hope at your toes, through my screen.
Written: December 2016. Explanation: A poem written in my own time, inspired partially by an image a friend of mine took whilst at Sunkist Bay in Auckland, New Zealand. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found in my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.