First day back, 2nd of January.
Waiting on bus
by bank (HSBC)
on Calthorpe Road, alone.
Granite cladding and glass; an edifice
full of swallowed tales. Smart.
It's cold. Grey
undifferentiated light outside.
Frostless: no soft tiny stellar mirrors anywhere.
The bus goes slow, in stages,
till we cross the Bristol Road
and then the nurses come aboard.
This is a waiting room on wheels.
to pretend there's respite in.