i wonder if you are known as bill like he was.
you talked about your creator and bill was mine,
& my mum.
i have talked about them before.
i feel that nature was mainly mine, not love nor purpose
as far as i can tell.
you said i listened and so i did, about life and war , power and politics
and i was sad.
sad when you mentioned the first and then the second war. cried inside
when you talked about the bloody bombs on japan.
you suggested our histories william, while i was listening and you shook my hand
on the width of the old stones walls.
where i live.
i understand your faith by bike abroad, and when asked if i believe
in our ressurection and the life to come,
i said no.
i read the bible. past tense.
little folk you said you like, i ask if you mean faeries and find you spoke of the ordinary
as do i.
i knew things would work out while i waited for the bus.
later that day i studied the timetables.