Again and again

It astonishes

again and again

How we require


to get closer

to ourselves/

to the light




Big, noisy place

overwhelming in sounds, sights, smells
To you I turned

to travel a little

closer to myself


You are expected to be bright at night

People are

in front of bars

called pubs

Sipping their pints of ale


But I found

There’s so much left

of old times

19th-century mood

A bit of Sherlock Holmes

on some corners


And those street lamps

leaving the streets



Here I find myself

Travelling back

In a place

where I intended

to travel forth.