How nice to share a wrap with you,
In this chaotic life.
It needn't be so easy though,
Need not be so sorted.
Need not be so thinly pleasant,
Our lives run deeper still,
To hidden sites eternal and unbreachable.

Finding fun in picture books,
To furnish with oration to my little friends,
Seasoned with a question and discussion,
Of the world outside and all its creatures,
Of the world outside its colours and its beaches,
Of the world outside its places and their people.

Today I became a taxi,
For a boy, I walked a span,
Him on my back with neon twigs,
And telling me of shapes and faces-
-time to refuel, my arms too tired...
Now we sit in midnight fields,
On a plastic bag and waving,
At the passing faces that march on and smile,
I boot up the engine,
Off to find his Mum I tread.