4.30 couldn't sleep
writing blogs in my head
writing a page for 'Youthwork' magazine
(did you know I do a monthly page?)
'Pearls of Wilson'
sleepless - I am out of bed
6 am
up and out for a walk
in the rain
don't care
Gilles Peterson plugged into the soul
via the ears
rain on my face
breathing deep
I am at Joy Wilson Mansions
first time
to stay
loving it
strange to be on pause
I walk to the sea-front
the day is light
dull
no sun
the gulls scream
I love it
I walk past the The Old Neptune Pub
past the dinghy racing
past the Oyster House
past the rent-a-beach-hut-signs
past the rich persons sea-front houses
think a fleeting envy
but don't feel that envy
reality is more important than fantasy.
Jazz in my ears
fused Jazz
hip-hop jazz
funk jazz
I like my life to be fused
I like the mix
desire the new
the unexpected
uneasy comes with ease
love unease
love yearning
love uncomfortable
love change
and the music does that as I walk on
Through the harbour
the tide is out
boats on mud
ugly
yet beautiful
the gulls agree
they call it out
I man with a dog says hello - or 'morning
wow
that does not happen in London
50 humans squashed in a commuting tube train
not one of them says hello
or 'morning
small town is waking up
and I walk and sit on the seawall
I see the mist shrouded wind farm
out at sea
I see large distant ships
journeying the world
I feel warmth inside
without the sun outside
The newspaper boys are on delivery
the newspaper shop is open
He works 13 hours a day
he tells me
then he gets the 'ump
all because I want a newspaper
with a 20 pound note
I don't apologise
But I sympathise
such wasted emotions I feel.
Back to Joy's
one hour of walking
miles of thinking
yearning
reflecting
I am pleased I couldn't sleep
