Leaving by the back door
The night is slinking away
It had to withdraw,
the rays of the sun held sway
The day had dawned.

Wanting to shove the echo
Of mammon and skates
Into the quagmire of its own making
Laughing and forsaking
The day had arrived.

Yawning at Newsnight Panorama
Listening to the hollow songs
That praised the metal shields
Of hate death and war
I packed my suitcase heart
I went seeking a distant shore.

Realising that wood can be shaped
Into an infinite variety of people
I jammed my spiritual cook book
Into every crevice of my case
I journeyed for, never looking back
I went to meet the Grand Sojourner.

Lifting an eye to the Light, I smiled
Into a thousand fragments of love and warmth
I slammed the case shut, I strode
Into the fading night, looking at the moon
I travelled to the deepest part of my mind
I wake up for the first time in my life.