Image: courtesy Kostas Michalis
The Sweep
The sweep of the road and the sky,
a canopy screening the space,
and you with a bike hurrying along
to catch the sound of the night.
The hissing of the wind and the sky that cracked
with a lightening flash across your path.
I know somewhere in my heart
that the time is now to wish no more
than the hearth and the warmth
I can guess no more the wandering thoughts
that come to a traveller on a cold night.
The warmth of a hearth and a little sunshine
are all in the kit that I give you tonight.
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