Albion Place, W6


By the railway tracks

the trains speed by,

but we are still


We notice the sky,

the trees, the birds.

We notice the silence

between the words.


By the railway tracks

there is life in the cracks,

foxgloves bloom in the

spaces between the bricks


We slip through the cracks

and catch our breath 

and we don't mind the gap,

though it may seem,

to you,

like death