Friday 18 September 2015

Остров/An Island



Back down through seaside streets,
we’re amongst juddering perspectives
that throw us off the obvious map
of grid systems and Central Place Theory.

Life doesn’t happen so neatly.
Wind whirls itself into patterns
evading logical explanation:
as usual, everything’s up in the air.

Those who came and went before us
have staked their claim in pot plants
and architecture. In the sky
our freedom shrieks like a bird.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips