Every Soul is a Poem

Every Soul is a Poem

i look around
and wonder what it all means
i am a balloon seller
standing there selling dreams
on the banks of the Thames
where people mingle
and it never really ends

i look around
people forming circus troupes
i am a model maker
making rubber hoops
standing on Tower Bridge
listening to conversation loop the loop

i look around
shapes shift in the Thames mud
the egg timers disperse
every soul is a poem
each comes with a unique verse
just as every love floats
and is only sunk by vicious hurt


James Garratt – Sunday 23rd August 2009