My Streets by John Drudge

​Hobbled
By a narrow
Stoic universe
Owing nothing
To anyone
Alone
On the cobbled stones
With an airy desperation
Firm in my pocket
And hidden
From everything
Worth hiding from
From anything
Unseen
Below the waterline
Along the swift
Swollen river
With the dark currents
Of old torments
And the windswept spaces
Beneath bridges
Pulling me helplessly
Into the sinewed arms
Of my Paris
As the copper sun
Sets


John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.