As the tram light races along the track towards me,
The morning wraps its autumn chill around me:
I draw comfort from the little things –
My breath; a couple’s kiss;
A child’s questioning of a weary granddad,
enlivened, reawakened in his life by this, such youth.
As the tram passes on into the city,
Its bobbing on the tracks, my lullaby,
I feel the weighty eye-lids that I fight,
the chance to float away again consigned to night,
I persevere, with beauty all around…