A Future Nearby
We met in a riot.
We stood at the centre of the universe bathed in colours that sang as we sang and fought as we fought.
We were proud and wild and angry, at such a young age
We had so much to feel
And we felt so much.
I noticed your fierceness.
How your pink hair was held up by the honey sun
Your green eyes glared at a world which closed its eyes when we got hurt for
Being.
We marched for the boy in hospital and for the boy who sat beside him.
You brandished your sign to the sky and to God and it asked
‘how can you hate love?’
It was a carnival of pain and beauty.
We held hands in the crowd like children
Because we were children really.
At twenty we had just introduced ourselves...