out there

somewhere out there there is a man waiting on a train, slightly heady from the third pint, a girl walking down the canal, past the zillion footballs buried in the deep. a moorhen whistles and a cat pricks up her ears, tom coming. out there someone is wondering where i am and imagining what i am doing and dreaming of the landscapes in my head. someone dusting his old hat and shining his boots ready for the journey back to where out there someone is me.