I love you, suffering

I love you 

dear stranger who doubts 

I love you 

blessed dinner lady who longing awaits

to one day dish a child of your own I love

you dear

herbalist of time and lateness

and tides I love you 

oh good working soul of nine-to-five 

 love I do you 

obedient train driver so clear you speak

to tell me my train ticket is invalid

holding so closely the lanyard of your national

identity rail I love 

you great politician

with your hurt rich child schemes

and dreaming now I love you musician 

and your homemade anti-them family 

and oh how I love you, suffering and just how 

you capture us all in one odd and falling frame