Journey-Francis Powell
I walked into a knife
that twisted inside me
I walked into a couple
making love on a couch.
I walked into an argument
all heated and vulgar.
I walked into a doctor’s diagnosis.
a face so grey and grim.
I walked into a joke
being told the hundredth time
I walked into a trap
with open arms.
I walked into a shadow
creeping around in the mire.
I walked in on a bar room brawl
with bodies strewn
all over the place.
I walked right into myself
and I couldn’t believe
the person I saw and had become.
I walked out of a nightmare
and then into a dream
full of golden light, so bright,
I couldn’t help but scream.
I walked into George Bush’s
surplus thoughts
and out again, travelling nowhere.
I walked out of a meeting
disgusted with life
so shabby, puerile and drab.
I walked around with prayers
of Buddhist monks from Burma
facing up to the Junta,
with dignity abounding.
I walked away, away
away from it all,
I couldn’t go any further
I couldn’t take any more.
Copyright C 2007 Francis Powell