Poems

Londonity

To write as to breathe,

at the crowded Coffee shop

"John Lewis",

Not far from 

Harley Street -

I am thawing 

From mental overload

of my husband's appointment

with his physician

just before taking leave

of my temporal home,

on the eve of New Year feasts: 

tumbles of frantically 

piled - up merchandise

twinkling empathy, 

against sweeping 

interpersonal DE familiarization

of the mundane rat race.

It is about 

the space of inspiring gardens

for  respiration – creativity, 

local thread of grace

anointed here, covering 

all hope,

all prospects, 

restoring broken will

at the navel 

of the world.