It was winter in Greenwich

It was winter
down by the river at Greenwich
an old seafaring clipper
in dry dock was being used
as a film set
actors in costume
an assortment of barrels
and wooden trunks
and bales of hemp
on the quayside
and snow flakes falling

It was winter
and the light fell
in shadows
as the snow fell
and the river was silent
and we turned a corner
and I caught the light
in your eyes
as your breath rose
before you
in the frosty air

It was winter
and snow flakes falling
and we dragged our heels
along the cobblestones
your hair a radiant blond
your skin paler than the snow
and we entered the market
where you bought mementoes
to remind you of your journey

It was winter in Greenwich
and snowflakes were falling
lightly dusting the cobblestones
and I reached out
and pulled you towards me
and when we kissed
I could taste the dust
on your lips

John Lyons

Mysterious space

Mysterious space

The vastness of it
           the silence that occupies it
and yet there’s nanospace
           the emptiness of it
the whiteness of it
           the noise that fills it
the measurement of it
           the distance between objects
present in it
           the relationships between
those who inhabit it
           the blank page or canvas
the soundless concert hall
           dancers at rest

The Pequod sailing the South Seas
           the white whale lost in it
Ahab too
           the sperm oil that illuminated
the darkness of it
           Samuel Enderby and General Wolfe
asleep in a Greenwich crypt
           our lives an interval in it
our love a moment in it
           our hearts lost in it

John Lyons