Singleton Park

The night crawls away like a dying thing
In the walls of Singleton park
Where the fireflies are old on their second day
And morning watchdogs bark.

Under the scornful gaze of trees
Dog walkers bark at shadow quarries
And the sound of reversing lorries
Spills from the street outside.
Caged earth, sing again,
Your cage was built
By the impermanent,
impotent hammers of men.

And as I’m about to find some truth
In my entangled, wandering thoughts,
The wilderness howls, calls me for breakfast,
There are worlds to see, but go I must.