Dark shadows cross the evening pavements
Heavy monotonous tread of footsteps
The flickering hesitancy of traffic lights
The incessant drizzle
Masking our faces.
Heat came from within us.
It didn't matter that gusts of wind
Ferociously clutched at our coats
That the newspaper seller on the corner
Raucously called out news
Of calamity, death and pain.
We were beyond the mundane calls of life
Because we were the life-givers
Ours was a new world, still unassailed
By the harshness of a computed reality.
The dark shadows still remain before us
But our footsteps do not falter now
We shall go forward
Despite the rain
To brave a hostile and unfeeling world
but not alone - together.
(written in 1972)
(c) Poet in the woods 2013