A poem from the perspective of the inside another person’s skin
INSIDE LOOKING OUT
If I just grab the side of this wall
l should be able to get along the way,
I can smell a strong smell of fish and chips,
I have been here before, past the market stall.
The next shop on the way is a candy store,
I love the sweet smells of chocolate
Children laughing, just out from school,
The strong smell of coffee in the cafe.
There is a crossing coming up on the corner
The roar of the passing traffic is deafening,
The stick I carry will find the edge of the curb.
I find the help I get from others strengthening.
A stick of white is like carrying a light.
Copyright by John Yeo © 19th March 2014