He broke his journey on that day.
No reason why, no thought before,
He simply picked his bag and left,
Four stops before the usual place.
And still without a question raised
He left the station, walked into
The town whose name he’d always seen
But never thought a real place.
He wandered on without a goal,
Just looking at the streets and shops,
And people on their way to work,
And none of it made any sense.
He stopped and stared up at the sky.
Same sky, same day: different life.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going collaboration.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: