Poems by Anne Knight
Coming Home
Coming home
No one sat, no sun,
People moving from one place to another.
The rain coming in stair-rods
Like thick glass chandeliers
chairs stand dripping
Today no outside drinks.
I looked at the puddles
Marble ponds.
.
Men drank ,dully dressed,supping.
Making my way to the centre of town,
Rivulets running everywhere
Grids could not consume all the torrents
Water flowed by.
Moving from shop to shop rainmate on,
Looking ,looking at everything
From cards to kitchen utensils
On again, mind that stream flowing by
Look where you’re going!
Getting wetter by the minute,
Coat cold,damp,nearly there
Just a few more strides
And round the corner to catch the bus.
Stand at the bus stop
Rain trickling down my coat.
Good !There’s the bus not long to wait
Paid my fare,found a seat and rested.
Not far to my house now
And into warm clothes.
Evening comes, the rain has stopped.
I go into my garden
My bees have flown home.
Anne Knight 2006