the green-blue mosaic
at North Queensferry station,
car parks, allotments.
Multiple bodies sitting on a crowded train,
becoming aware, feel Andrew stand
and wobble for thirty minutes;
unwilling to give-up their little seats.
Outside, the sun is cool,
(you might expect cold in winter):
look down, stare ahead, or sleep;
‘we don’t need any connection, eyes hint at a danger’.
Angry, I stand by him
on a raging mind-trip - disconnection, society, media! -
while he rocks and smiles, decides to blow kisses
at reflections in windows, ghosts
and pale echoes of something and nothing.
Then he blows a few more - to the sky.
that two little legs get up and dance
a tango, quickstep, tap away
and wiggle to YMCA.
“‘Cos when I skip, expressing me,
a little spark enflames, gets free,
and dreamers reach an extra mile;
stand more vertical – and smile.
“Cynical’s an easy stance
(static) – no, come on - and dance.
“Two legs, one leg, arms out, balance
on your day – a happenstance.
“Wear a hat - or silly pants
- let it out - Exuberance!”