You may have noticed a slowing of the blog. The truth is I’m not a creature of the heat & creative projects have slowed down considerably. In the interim I’ve gathered together a poem and some images from the city of Tuesday (which is a vague undirected project I have going on)
She liked to sit by the window and watch
The others had become bored of it long before she was born
That view into another world
Another time
No one quite knew
But not here
Not now
She liked to watch the people scurrying about
And scurry they did because it was almost always raining
downpours, drizzle
grey skies
collars of coats pulled up,
brims of hats pulled down
It had taken her a while, and a pair of binoculars
to work out that it was always tuesday
Over on the right, a newsstand
She can’t make out much
the words blur, like when you try to read in a dream
but ‘tuesday’,
always clear
She likes watching the rhythms of the city
such a contrast to the
blue country skies and whirling birds
out of the other windows of the house
She watches them heading to work in the morning
running errands during the day
sitting in the steamed up windows of the cafe
across the way
then home in the evening,
braced against the rain
There are faces she recognizes
and she times her day around them
a mug of coffee
in the old wooden chair by the strange window
One lady she always waits for
most days, not all
heading to the cafe about half past ten
her face worn with care
her clothes showing signs of age
there is something in that face
makes her want to hold her
faces pressed together
hands on the back of heads
holding her
whispering
it will be all right
it will be all right
26 June 2022
