Ground Control

Down in

Part because it’s rained since the early morning

Rousing spiders from Mars

This is where it begins

The window in my room frames all its grey

Sky goodbyes seen through

Children eyes I’ve watched grow and I’m gone

Lost in yesterday’s vinyl

The photographs are packed

Tickets bought

Something new waiting on the other side

Here am I one last time

In the wind sluiced by the tides

Pushing me on wheels because

I won’t fly

That’s how I flow

Towards the divide

Of course I’ll cry

Now is just a flicker feather

Tickling your nose

Don’t worry nothing

Will ever be quite the same again

As good a reason as any

To go

I do believe