On Peckham Common

At dawn, while the city was rising,
a dream of fog fell on the Common,
draped the lake, clouded pathways.

Trees rode the waves,
everything was taken to a new plane
while I was inspirited but shoreless.

Walking led me to an understanding
when I saw that joy could set in water
and melt instantly under stabs of sun.

That I could leave, an apparition,
never seen, heard of or a part
of this terrain.