He caught my eye in the heat of afternoon Transfixed my gaze for seconds A cardboard cutout of a man Alone and palely loitering
Transfixed Imprinted in that fleeting glance The bespoke figure etched in my vision’s glass Brought a faltering wisdom
Leaning on my sense of time Disturbing my sense of normality Suggesting some bizarre fantasy Relating to Old Father Time A reminder of both past and present Yet warning of what is to come A comment on my state of mind And on my own unstable sanity A pronouncement best left to fade To curdle in the whey Of a newly felt despondency.
The sense that age had brought me no peace Only an uncertainty That caused me to doubt Not only my present vision But my once accepted faith in a sure future Hitherto grounded in certainty But now clouded in the unknown And coloured in the shadows of doubt
As I watch I marvel In the silence At the steady Rise and fall The relentlessness Of that Sinister hover That searchlight gaze The taughtness Swoop-ready Slight rise here There a minimal feathered fall And always The graceful motion Governed by the gentle breeze And those deadly eyes Ever searching For quarry
Oh the stillness The forbidding silence Alive with threat Fine-tuned tension So aware Watchful For that significant stir in the grass below That silent murmur Minimal movement
No more than a tension in the air A breathing of the grass beneath To excite his gaze And trigger His thunderbolt descent