poetry and prose webzine
Postcard From A Stationary Tourist
Dear Anyone, greetings from wherever I’ve parked
my eyes. Now any place just a blink away, I can let
Shinjuku cherry blossom sea wash away winter blues,
hover high as a red-tailed hawk over the Himalayas,
gatecrash Hollywood A-Lister parties and zip back
to Berkeley Square in good time for the nightingales.
Stuff brown-nosing the boss for time off, Rubik’s Cube
packing puzzles, trolley cases dragged like whining kids
& booking/check-in/security palaver. I travel waferlight,
jetlagless, leave snow-white footprints. Wish list longer
than a loo roll; first up, a solstice gig at the ’Henge,
backstage, in company of those legendary stones.