Ten years ago I stood here
Looking out at the view
That hasn’t changed much since then.
The road from your house
Winding down toward the distant water meadows,
A patch of shadow against the strident neon lights
Of the sprawling supermarket that dominates the dark horizon.
Christmas bulbs flash and turn rainbow tricks
A trail of artificial light interrupting the pools of darkness
That gather underneath car chassis, kerb and manicured lawn.
In front of the house, a lamppost stretches its neck towards the star-shot sky,
The yellow pastel glow flickers slightly
Softened by the strands of spiderweb that are slung underneath the lamp.
Ten years ago I stood here and made choices that shaped me,
Tonight I make the same choice,
And reach out for your hand with mine.