Tangible Moment Poem by Jon Holloway

Tangible moment

Against an old paint chipped railing I rest
A train station, mid-summer, early morning
Hoarse gabbling echoes from a crow's nest
The air is cool and fresh, at its all day best

This moment wrapped in string with a paper label
Is sent through the air to your busy table

The fire alarm will go off and you will be
Obliged to go out from your golden prison
To see crows and feel breeze, a gift from me.
For a short while you will be you and free