Posted: 18/01/22

Sunset 22 December - Nicola Meekin

Home is Hull, and Hull is small,

Yet, from this angle, I feel so very tall.

You may not see me,

but I see you.

Joggers in high-vis,

and cyclists too.

Lights gradually appearing,

The sky growing dull.

As I see my home through fresh eyes,

it’s wonderful.

I gaze over the east side and then to west,

I watched over you, to keep you safe, I did my best.