Poetry

Casting Its Light

Casting Its Light

Casting its light
Casting a shadow
A black dog beneath
A stumbling drunk
A hurrying figure, not wanting to wait
To be somebody's victim

A cliché, but mostly
The only thing passing is time
No drug lords or youths
No romantic couples
No travellers, laden with bags

A workman on an early start
A bicycle, perhaps
But then, nothing
Nothing at all.

Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.
Cotswolds, UK