Days

In the distance the bus stop waits Married houses empty at dawn Blinds open, doors open, the day starts; Men and women walking down streets Marching feet clatter, drivers, clerks, Supermarket workers and shop staff Walk towards the bus stop that waits For all people. People walk over the two bridges Into the headlights of oncoming traffic. Daylight tells the crescent moon to go And puts on the clothes of a new day. The river Tawe flows in time to the beat Of the new day under the two bridges Going out to sea past the marina towards Ireland or Cardiff in the distance. Traffic heads towards the Mumbles Past the museums and library Not stopping to take out a book. Randomly people start their day. The bus stop now waits for new people Going to or from their days shopping It waits whatever the weather Standing in the silence of the day.