The things that I see and touch and consume me;
the work that I must do,
the dinner that I must cook,
and the house that must be tidied
fill up the space in my mind.
And when I close my eyes,
all I can see is the bustle of things,
like a humming city, people and things to see and arrange.
So that it is even hard work to sit there and do nothing, -
to think of stillness,
because things come so quickly to smudge away the quiet.
But there are times too,
when you cut through into my day,
when I am stepping off a kerb on to the road and I think of
When a customer smiles at me,
and it makes me feel unique,
and not just part of a machine.
When I look up and see a billboard that says 'Believe in
and it quietly stuns me on my walk in to town.
When I see a leaf, lying on the pavement,
a glorious yellow on dull grey.
And what of all the ordinary things that we do?
The putting on of clothes,
the washing of our faces,
Are you in that too?
In my mood swings, my tiredness,
my cold mornings and dark evenings?
And if you were not in the dawn,
What would we do then?