POCKETS OF DARKNESS So much buzz, so many lights, so many pockets of darkness So many unknown people, Turned down eyes, pavement watching, the reflected glare Of wet streets, Dark, dismal skies, litter, clutter in the city, it's my place, And I love it, he declared to himself, The mighty Tyne charging on, carrying its memories silently To the bosom of the ocean, The bridges of time and history, lamplights - rivulets of sparkle And glitter
curdling on the water, Omnidirectional drizzle, swirling, buses screeching in his ears, Taxis streaking past, He checked his watch - there was time.