at the top of the hill
before Eyre Square,
the sun was shining
in this wet November.
the damp road was like a lake;
sunlight was spilling everywhere,
like sparkling paint,
and rising into the air
like evaporating gold.
this glowing vastness
enveloping the world before me.
i smiled,
it almost blinded me,
i changed into top gear,
and sped into the void.
i felt like I was disappearing.
i imagined the workers on their lunch breaks,
and the shoppers,
stopping in their tracks,
dropping their bags and briefcases,
in awe of this urban God
cycling down from heavenly light;
presenting himself
to the mere mortal pedestrians
and, perhaps,
about to share his wisdom.
they didn’t, though, of course;
they just carried on as usual.
perhaps one or two saw me by chance;
a stupid student,
cycling down the hill too fast;
smiling in the rain.
Sean Godley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/urban-god/
