AT BEFORE BERLIN:

She’s gone to Berlin,
The cat’s been fed,
The dishwasher’s on,
Breakfast on the table,

The sun is watching me,
Low in the sky,
Blinking dazed through gossamer,
As I shiver & wave,
As she drives away,

Could be a desert sand storm coming,
Could be the start of a heatwave,
Could be anywhere in the world I’ve been,
Groaning,
“Turn down the heat!”

But it’s not,
It’s Essex,
Misty,
And crisp,
And cold,
And damp,
And windy,
And fabulous,

As she climbs into the sky,
On her way to Berlin,
She reaches out with love
Tears a hole in the clouds for us,
And the sun comes streaming in.

(K)