People are friendlier, they’d help if you got stabbed,
you know, dial 999 for you.
They just wouldn’t in the south.
But it rains a lot: makes everything green.
Clouds decorate huge skies, something to look at
while you wait for the bus – today’s only bus
trundling through mountains, by glistening water
to a small town, busy with bodies, doing business.
Busybodies will always know your business
and if they don’t, they’ll make it up.
Our connections pulse, community holds a mirror:
you know who you are – better or worse –
safe among familiar faces or stifled by their expectations.
