January Road Trip (XXIV)

Mooring bollards wait

As tides, seasons, decades pass

Hope for ships’ return

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n.b. Glasgow’s quayside has been almost totally cleared. What next?

The rusting bollards, like mariners’ widows in denial, still wait by the dock scanning the horizon for signs of home-coming sails.

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CLP 27/01/2020

SatNav Not Needed

Somewhere else
(Photo courtesy of BTW)

SatNav Not Needed

“Location cannot be found”

I know it’s out there. Trust Me.

Release the handbrake.

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n.b. Better to travel in hope than to sit around waiting for an out-of-date program to tell you where you’re heading.

Just get moving; keep your wits about you. You will know your destination when you see it. Good luck!

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CLP 09/01/2020

Breadcrumbs

My possessions are strewn

Along my recent path

From the council dump

To container lock-up

Loaned, gifted

Donated, stored

The more miles travelled

The less I need

With each piece laid down

More peace I feel

There’s no going back

Along that old route

Now all I own

Is the day ahead

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n.b. With hope in your heart you’ll never walk alone

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CLP 28/12/2019