I am so easily over-stimulated in cities and this seems to be getting worse with age. Or maybe I’m just more aware of it? Basel is hardly a sprawling metropolis but whilst waiting there for a recent medical appointment (and having been recently inspired by the amazing Mary Oliver’s poetry) I pounded the pavements and wrote this piece.
Towns scare me.
Especially when wondering aimlessly past
with obvious orientation
Multiple hikes around the same sleet-edged block
is quite unconvincing behaviour
Tongue-twister hat sticks out a mile
As do the over-sensitised.