From the green meadows of the north
spraying of green now fountain dark
for each train hour passing towards Sevenoaks
its two way journey at dawn...
lilies are in bloom
imagining the window sill attacked it
neighbours cat flung jasmines are near and far
and yet who knows
who the hell is he talking?
“The person you are calling is not available right now,
Please leave a message after the beep”
may be this morning
beyond exhaustion of a door
at which he knocked and entered years before
now
no street or city comes to mind
hoping one last time
that dawn comes and brings the sun

Günsel Djemal 5.6.2011 R.Gardens London