the first walk in photographs

the first walk

Sipping Sanpellegrino
Like travel-tramps we saunter past a fairytale
Huge overpowering ships
Massive structures bearing down upon the highest windowsills
With solemn sounds but silent booming presence
What lies beneath the other ground
Below us like an out of body sound
We hover above our past selves

To crossings
To a point
A place to face
A decision but
These railings pen us in and force a certain nowhere roam like rats
It makes no sense
Just let us be diagonal
Freedom feet

Searching ankles slide up through
An alleyway
Cramped and squeezed and dark and
Spat out
Into the expanse
A clash of tree and tarmac
Breaking up the perfect black
Tectonic plates slowly shifting under pressure

Step-march-move into
A wide revolving wall of glass
Keep going
Shuffle-steps
And then
The jingle-jangle-keys
His name
Is Roy, or Ray or maybe not
Not even close
Escorts us to the 13th floor

The sparkled speckled marble
Shiny disco feet would die to slide across and out into
The open air

The roof

Flat rough ground check how firm
It’s real
It’s up
It’s down
It’s vast
It’s high it’s
WOW
The birds fly under us

Then down and down and down into
A tunnel down and round and out
We’re standing in a river
Our psychogeographic traipsing tread from here is
Heavy wet but only in
Our minds

Jason & Becky, 2013