This evening we had planned a little celebration of Poetry of Place at uBuntu Nest in Howick. It is not happening, obviously. This is one of the poems I would have read tonight, so am sharing it here instead. I hope you will book for the evening when it does happen.
The backstory to this poem is Harvard Street in Howick. It is a vibrant, colourful and busy street, that stretches from the Howick Falls precinct into the suburbs. I walk along there occasionally when accompanying friends to the taxi rank.
At the moment, the usual vibe is a subdued. It is so quiet that last week the fire department were hosing down the taxi rank and pavements with great jets of water!
Enveloped in a kerbside hug
Can everyone feel the love?
The woman behind the bundles of greens?
The taxi full of tiredness?
The hawker of continental cast offs?
I don’t want to go
I never do when I am with you
The whoonga boys eat cheap cake
A chicken scrabbles
The shoemaker concentrates on his stitches
A gap-toothed kid grins
The taxi man turns up his tunes
The girl in blue catches my eye
For a moment we share the sidewalk
I hope someone loves you too
I tell her with my smile