Glasgow never really slept last night.
She just wound down to pauses of silence
drunken shouts and the squeal of bus brakes.
Then the big engines of the morning roar,
searching out the first footfalls of dawn
to sweep them up and carry them on.
Without meaning or purpose to life.
we accelerate hard away from the light.
A toilet flushes, then another. The clink
of cups, rushing showers, clip of doors.
People brushing along the corridors.
Some to breakfast, some to cars, and some
to early morning bars. I long to dress
and like feather on a breeze blow away.
Des Dillon is an internationally acclaimed award-winning writer. He was born in Coatbridge and studied English Literature at Strathclyde University before becoming a teacher. He was Writer-in-Residence at Castlemilk from 1998-2000. He is a poet, short story writer, novelist, dramatist, broadcaster, screen writer, and scriptwriter for TV, stage and radio. His books have been published in the USA, India, Russia, Sweden, in Catalan, French and Spanish. His poetry has been anthologised internationally. His latest award was The Lion and Unicorn prize for the best of Irish and British literature in the Russian Language (2007).