GAZE

Beneath my window

I watch you play,

Footballs, cricket and mighty kites.

Above my roof

I watch you stay

Close to the stars and clouds.

The colours are burnt

Of your shirt,

In the bright midday sun.

The wall seems to be pale

Of your room,

In the afternoon’s glaze.

I see you closer

To the sand

And envy the mud across the bay.

I see you closer

To the stars

And envy the sparkle you see that way.

I see you jump, shout and fight

With your friends of the alley.

For tiny toffees and pebbles,

As you rejoice and be jolly again.

I see your window

From my camp bed

And wander in the Dawn,

Do you see the sun rise,

Even before it’s Dawn?