Emerge from Central gloom into a brash world.
Persevering down pain filled steps,
Hunched against chilly drizzle,
I am engulfed by swishing traffic
And beep beep crossing noises
To traverse Creek Street.
Epiphanic; time and raindrops slow
Gaze catches a leaf of coffee shade
Resolutely reclining in the gutter.
Dew bejewelled before dusky rose kerb
Gold, ruby, sapphire, amethyst
Shimmering in the spartan morning rays.
In minds eye, the moment lingers
While crossing over Ann Street,
During descent of Creek Street,
And left into Adelaide Street,
Ad infinitum
The image remains to this day.
theINFP 
I like the sense of movement in this, that irrespective of time passing, memories hold fast. Wonderful.
Thank you, Paul.
Awhile ago you were reading your poetry on a podcast. I still have it marked in my list. I hope someday you will return to it for I enjoy hearing you read your work.
Thank you. I stopped recording because the time to get the ‘perfect’ recording and the production became overwhelming. This reduced my joy. I’m sounding terribly selfish.