it’s cold out here
the western winter wind shudders the water across the bay
reflected harbour lights roll and sway
singing songs in the ship canal
songs of cold comfort and material expanse
how the neon ribbons dance!
it’s warm in there
back in the land of the living
the fireside glow unfolds and beckons
giving off a mood of warmth and life
denying the toil and strife
of a difficult day
being back in there!
there’s no other way
should we be bold and ride the cold
and enjoy the brash reality of feeling alive ?
look!
the night heron dive, collect and re-group
sleeping swans bob
salty tidal soup changes every hour by every light
innocuous, inviting by day
ominous by night
it’s cold out here
let’s stay a while longer
let’s watch how distant lights flicker
how a thousand November lives live out their evenings
people hugging through arrivals and kissing out leavings
see how distant townships throw out light-shows that wink in the Pennine breeze
through the immediate pain I sense ease
the ease of civility in motion
feel the freedom of exposure
of nowhere to hide
it’s cold out here
let’s go back inside
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