Don’t you think
it is amazing
that there is a whole entire world
full of everything you can imagine
and more than you can’t
waterfalls, cages for gas cylinders in late night petrol stations, raves with hundreds and thousands of hands moving in the light spectrumed air, sun shining through dense tropical leaves seen by no human, murky brown rivers, cake shops with old ladies who don’t take off their hats, early morning bakery workers covered in a fine white dust, casinos full of one-armed bandit addicts, school buses full of young worlds opening, thousands of couples right now saying ‘I do’ in churches and mosques and temples and beaches, a hospital ward and a person racked with sobs holding onto a still warm dead hand, a new girlfriend daring a new recipe off the internet, the scream of a baby girl coming into the world, a difficult decision between two almost identical products, millions of phones bleeping right now across the globe,
and you and me here
right here, breathing into the same space
with no-one else around
and these thin walls
flickering out of
in this caravan
in a forgotten field
listening to the current
chorusing down a riverbed.
just you and me
while the rest of the world moves on
you and me and the soft silence that furs the air
then a crinkle of the chocolate gluten free cake
its wrapping crunching as your knife searches
for a not so small a slither to slice
and your voice saying
‘How I’d like a whisky now!’
and me saying reminescently
‘It’s because the cake is so sweet,’
and you look at me and repeat,
‘Como me gustaria un whisky.’
you and me
here in this laboratory of two
with only this one time
and this one place.
don’t you think that’s magical?
don’t you think that’s a miracle?