Carried away

1973

It had been a long time since she stepped out

Into the city streets.

All filled with tears and laughter

And the shuffling of a million feet.

She saw her somewhere, some time

Not so long ago.

A shadow in daytime’s darkness,

A memory surfacing from the flow.

She wanted to stop her, to speak,

But didn’t know what to say.

But the crowd just swallowed her up,

And carried her away.

She didn’t follow her or call out her name.

She couldn’t if she’d tried.

She knew who she was,

And just bowed her head and cried

Picture: John Potter