Walking into April, Oil on Board, Tina Newlove 2007
he was insubstantial as he walked along
the wind blew through him
his head floated along at head level
he was looking without meaning
his heart was ticking without feeling
he couldn’t feel his fingers or toes
he thought his body had disappeared
He didn’t look down
he kept moving to calm his nerves
the constant motion of the cars
swishing past
offering a little peace
©Tina Newlove