The Path
Liverpool
The urban path snakes
behind my childhood’s back
in ceaseless dialogue
with its arcane history.
Years hide in undergrowth,
I turn to look at bridges
and it’s like a former century,
a slice of forgotten time.
It burrows through planning
disrespectful of modernity;
you come out on the other side
amazed at the connections:
a city you presumed to know
has kept secrets hidden
as you realise, all your life
you only had a partial story.
