The streetlight is a jellyfish
pink bubble,
the park a luscious green.
It’s early in the evening
the sky still burns Italian blue.
I’m seventeen,
and haven’t moved away
from the comfort of colour.
I haven’t met you yet,
never slept in a lonely bed
never felt strange in a stranger land
never felt unsettled
and yet moved by
grey streets, wet days. Now the wind
is so strong outside my window,
it feels like living by the ocean.
Under indifferent weather,
my hearts have multiplied.
(Photo: Tet Spiers)