I looked up
This is a final drafting….for now 🙂
few raise their eyes to look at clouds –
the skies hold intimations of eternal
considerations best left to theologians
town folk meander, mesmerised, eyes down,
skimming ‘essential news’ – others’ bargains,
Snapchat cappuccinos, cats, and kittens.
unlike those truly lost – scratching
‘S O S’ on desolation beaches,
or firing flares amid mountain seas
or standing in foreign fountain squares,
wrestling with maps, trying to figure
how they can get from where they are, to
the sepulchre of Sainte Someone-or-other.
urban lost souls, sighing silently,
nightly herd their head-down
weary rut-way home
to brawling kids
and supper on the sofa.
roll back to summer 74;
on a breezy esplanade,
Scarborough, as I remember,
scanning rows of cliff-top benches
tight with old-girl pensioners. their heads
spree-rinsed electric blue or shocking pink.
legs spread wide, brazenly flaunting bloomers
exactly the tint of their coiffures,
gauging the ‘tackle’ of young bucks passing –
a cackle of ‘kiss me quick’ Medusas.
although half-petrified, I gazed upwards –
finding the panorama glorious.
© coolhermit 2022