Journeying.
We talked into the early hours
and as it often does time lapsed
and at times like this and these
with such warriors of the first degree
words, rhymes and craft merge
and in the darkness we looked out
on that familiar ancient town
and knew it’s other name Caer Eden
and I told you of the Gododdin
and of Caertreth and of the fallen.
From a height on the Royal Mile
you told me that you’d watched
my eyes and you’d began to realise
that I didn’t blink and I’ve thought
about that since and found
that I blinked whenever I thought
about it and when I considered you.
We sat in the old café drinking tea
such a sad demise for a braachi
the coffee baristas from Baardi
has gone and what has been left
an exhibit polished and shined
just like your words of Caroline
that sing song way you have
of bending the blue note
the way of poets and players
of the blues and duende too.
I followed Garcia Lorca
in New Jersey and understood
the horror of Rahway
but that was then and this is now.
and I am proud to know you.
