FELA MAKE ME DANCE UP HIGH:
6:00am, it’s dark, Summer’s really gone. It’s raining,
everyone in the house is sleeping, just me & the glow
of this lap top & the rhythm of the rain. It calls
me out to walk, use the space the sleeping world
vacates. I write, I reach out, connect with sunny
California. California where the woman who brings
sandwiches, Coca-Cola & chocolate bits comes from,
all the way from the sun to share our wind & rain.
I wonder for a second what brought her here & what
makes her stay. I stay because I was born here & I
love it. I tried LA & couldn’t adjust to the continuous
illusion of Summer, it slowed my body, made my fingers
fat with heat. I would duck into book shops, seek out
picture books for photographs of Worcestershire.
All they had was images of idillic cottages with roses
up the front, when what I wanted was back streets in the rain.
That’s what brought me back, that & the music.
Listening to ‘Fela’s London Scene‘
(K)
Karl Hyde 
I see the beauty in all of your work Karl. Thank you for your depth.