A Night at Waterloo Bridge
We are embryonic
Curled up as we are
Nestled together for warmth
For fear of the great black
Broken though it is by city lights.
There is safety in Numbers
And we are not Alone.
I curl up to you my friend
Piled high with the blankets we’ve found along the way.
My head sits squarely in the belly of a drum
And when I speak I sing,
It has become my lungs.
My Head stuck in a drum
My feet stick out bellow
Toes facing skyward
To the dark starless expanse
Of London’s Night.
We are nestled
As creatures would
We huddle and we dream
Though sleepless does this night unfold
Our dreams just wont give up
And they twist and turn and dance above our heads
And paint in the blackness a vision of the future
Where life still stands strong
Where humans swim in rivers thick with fish
And forests are alive with the songs of birds that don’t even yet exist
Or perhaps we’ve never heard.
The air is thick with these dreams
These hopes these needs these wants.
You can feel it as you walk through here.
Suspended above the water
We are a floating city
We have built our own Cathedral.
This church does not have walls
There are no alters here
Just the bodies
Human Tree and Art
And the Network of Love we have drawn up from the Earth.
If you go
For there are people sleeping here -
And walk amongst the midnight forms
You will find there secret treasures.
There is the playground
Strewn about with toys and the wonders of imagining.
There is the Kitchen
With pots of boiling tea always on the go
And where the smells of sweet cooking hangs on the cold river air like a hymn.
Here are the plant pots
Filled with green and red and blue
The boiling overflowing kiss of life.
There is the tent of blankets hugs and biscuits
Of comfort and of warmth
Wellbeing written in dark blue upon the cloth.
Keep on going
Past the stage with the slumbering musicians
A violin and drum kit resting on the steps
Up and Up
Along the edges
You can look down at the waters
Aglow with Urban lights
And breath it in.
What is missing? Where is that acrid choking smoke?
There are no exhaust fumes here
Though incense you might find
And the warm and wrinkled smells of Lovers all entwined.
Move up through the masses
Small and silent slip
Up to the front lines
Where peaceful action sits.
Some here are still awake
Though the sun has long since set
And they sit cross legged drinking tea
You have come to the Heart Line
The place that holds us here.
This is where we give ourselves
Surrender for the cause.
This is where we laugh
In the face of all our flaws.
Stay here for a while. Breathe it in a bit. Come morning you will see
As the people rise
And this world here comes alive.
And children play
And adults hold hands as one.
We sit and sing
And lie and cry
And wont let the world go tumbling by
Without at least looking.
At least giving it a go.
There is magic here
Join us in the chance
This moment is just once.
Rise up with the Rebellion.
We are here to Rebel for Life.