Saturday, 20 December 2008


private faces in public places
you see
glimpses of me
i do not want revealed
a raised eyebrow
a hushed whisper
your name in every breath
you smile as you realise
you have swum against the tide
and won
like i am
some prize catch
catch is that
we are
who we are
and can only be that
these people
in this life
the face retreats
only to be revealed
at a different time
in a different rhyme.