
WINDOW
I used to waste time wishing for a different view
Through my bedroom window
Disillusioned with the urban vista
Hours spent sky-watching
For patches of blue
Behind clouds passing
Through the hessian weave
Of blinds swaying in the breeze
Tracing the trails of planes traversing
Over slate rooftops, chimney-stacks and pots
And higgledy-piggledy aerials
Somewhere a blackbird is singing eloquently as magpies chatter
And magically the wailing sirens momentarily fade
Along with the whir of helicopters
The horn of the non-stop train
And the roar of aeroplanes
Their sound bites recede, subside
Absorbed, into the humming soup of the city’s low rumble
Where the call of a crow is more profound
And so, now I give thanks for my slice of the city
My home here has become
A place in the world where I belong
And no place in the world would I rather be
Finally I found my sanctuary
It was here all along.