I went on a pilgrimage to Liverpool in May. It’s been on my bucket list for a long time as a life-long Beatles fan. It was in all honesty a spiritual experience. Here are two poems I wrote when I was there.
Ye Cracke
I sat where he sat
and time stopped
I asked
John
is that you
but got no reply
I heard whispers in the silence
and a touch upon my heart
later
I fell asleep
to music in the breeze
Breakfast with Paul
Why
do we prioritize the act
of finishing a book
over enjoying it
imagine
if at the end
of your travels
instead of marveling
at your good time
you simply celebrated
survival
I watch a mother and
her daughter
chat over
toast and tea
Martha my dear
you silly girl
take a good look around you
and see
if you fancy something different
come with me
