Of fallen mankind, including me. August 2001
(Watching passers-by through the window of a cafe in London)

Frailty is in the air,
uncertainty on the street.
There are dancers in my heart
and an inconsistent beat.

Through the window I can see
another world in me,
a sea and serpent portrait,
a struggle to be free.

And I wonder how much time
will pass before the end
how long before the saviour
shall again the heavens rend.