Sinister and bright over the land

You sold your house to find out how it would feel

to sell your house

and now you have nothing.

The plan was to grow things

but instead you're just confused

you have taken it hard, turning forty,

and the death of both next-door neighbours

in the space of a month

it makes you feel dizzy,

all those people you've never seen before

loading boxes of plates into a van.

You took for granted, those cars in the driveways

they were just always there,

like curtains that have never needed replacing

telegraph poles don't look that important

they're not ugly just boring, like Lincolnshire

like the man who works in the corner shop

who always wears the same jumper

like the things he sells, so often

you look on his shelves and realise

no you don't really want anything

just a two litre bottle of milk

and you'll see him again when that runs out.