29.12.19

A festive fog clears to reveal a Sunday. Countdown to a new decade reaches main engine ignition stage. A 10 year mission to explore the 2020's. The years shoot by at the speed of delight, leaving some behind. As we head to the future, light from the stars shines from the past.

26.12.19

I wake to empty boxes on Boxing Day. The fridge, full up on sheets of tin-foil, the table dressed for a party that's finished. Bin-bags of wrapping paper might blow down the street like urban, Crimbo tumbleweed. All is calm. All is not yet bright. Batteries on recharge.
Breathe.

18.12.19

I wake to a Wednesday in my street.
21st century cars cough cleanly into life
20th century tarmac has lost its smell
19th century homes have kept their secrets
18th century hills have been lost from view
500million year old slate covers my roof.
I'm nearer that era in bed.