London night

Walking home
back from work,
late,
in the foggy cold
sobering London night,
with the silencey noise
of the city,
roar of life,
perched high
atop concrete flyovers.

The train carries me
in the dark,
approaching Sheperd's Bush
in the weak sodium glare
of late shops.

I walk home,
feeling
nothing at all,
it is strange,
to just be alive,
aware, quiet,
at peace,
for once,
not rummaging,
just perceiving,
awake,
sensing,
fearless,
open.