down to watch the Brighton half marathon
down past the junk tree
down past the folly
called the pavillion
down towards the landmark that should be erected
in Cathedral Close in Winchester
which would shake that sleepy town space
but more than that
the giant wheel could be attached to a water pump
and we could go Dutch
and live
with the water… live with the water… live with the water
Sunday was a restful day
I made breakfast, walked into town, watched the running, cursed my leg, bought coffee, baked bread, lit a fire, peeled potatoes, cursed my leg, chopped veg, cooked a dinner, played three guitars and a piano and a piano sounding like a string quartet, cursed my leg, strummed a mandolin, sighed, tuned a uke and played that too and then poured a cold glass of chablis…the glass misted as the cold wine hit the sides, echoing the sigh I had cast earlier…
yesterday I posted Brighton in the storm
today the wind changed and so too the weather
and today I changed
like the weather...like the weather...
like the weather, like the weather… we live like the weather, with the rain, with the sun, with the changes, but we live and change and live and change and live and ride that roller-coaster that sits
at the end of the road
at the end of the line
at the end of the pier…
Brighton came half alive today
and soon it will be whole
soon it will be whole
because the wind will change like the weather
like the weather...
like the weather…
like the weather...
