They told me that there could be
'fog on the tyne'
but I looked and then thought to myself
that the day would be fine,
never saw the red warnings
never dawned on me that I was wrong
until the world filled with winter and
by that time I knew they had gone.

the Summers in that place and this place are always
between the fixed points of my eyes
seeing things I should never have seen.

It must be Holy Week somewhere in a country where I've never been and I'm not likely to go there unless it's one of my dreams.