Castellain Road

    I realise I could get lost

    On these half-familair streets

    I could turn between sturdy planes

    Amongst the red brick and checkerboard

    Someone else’s warm light

    I could go left and left and left

    And not come back to wherre I was

    I could carry on along the canal

    Until the soot-black bridge

    Reveals itself to open countryside

    Where darkness tugs at the dusk

    And pulls us all westward