Life you'll see,
(But unlikely
Until you are old
Like me)
Is not in the big fights
The break ups
Or the mad loves;
It's, rather, in
The small moments
The humdrum
The nothing much.
Life is not some
Huge and push pull,
Some unceasing swell-

It's Febuary, Ford Fiestas,
Forgotten names
In old mobile phones,
Half remembered lines
From average films;
The passing of days,
Flu, flight delays,
The marching band
Been & gone;
It's Kent,
It's local radio,
It's all that space
Between here & there,
All that space
Between right & wrong.

Here are the places
Where life goes on.