Poem: Multi-Storey Car Park

(For Lewis Dryburgh)

After climbing
Step after step after step,
Lewis stands astride the car park,
The grey car park.

He is poised like a surfer
Overlooking the city:
Grey.
He has a grin on his face.

Lewis turns away from the city
To examine the car park,
The beautiful car park,
Grey.

Concrete is a part of our lives.
Sunsets are a part of our lives.
Our lives are a part of our lives:
Orange. Grey.

We are the small joys in all of it;
The flux and ferment of life.
Our hearts are part of it.
Car parks are part of it.

Lewis climbs down from the car park.

1 September 2011