On Walking in Tsim Sha Tsui

I am walking with the attitude of
Richard Ashcroft in bittersweet symphony
bashing shoulders
my feet keeping time with a yacht to my left
all white sail clouds and shiny-sharp glittering jabs of sunshine
which force me into lazy-lidded submission
with an easy, almost-Sunday smile

they are frying squid for the hungry,
round-faced holiday horde
who photograph everything but do not see
me, I walk through every sightline
on this most picturesque of days

the sea is so blue it’s like I’ve never seen
the colour blue before

and even the presence of everyone else
as proximate and ear-aching as disease
can’t spoil it
I want to store forever
the way the waves gently roll and
reflect from green to white gold and
the almost painfulness of it being
so beautiful

face first into the sunshine
it’s an omen, and
the cruel and hungry dynamism of this city
is behind me
walking with the red-flagged
cigar-shaped junk of queasy
fish-eyed foreigners
buying into the Oriental dream

pushing through the smog the crowds the cameras
with a Gallagher soundtrack bleeding into my ears
and the glinting barriers
and people people people
makes me think of Hillsborough
and sandalled feet crushing
pushing into and over my bone-white limp and gasping body
like I’m
just an impediment to what they’ve
come to see

and swooning over us all, the

Intercontinental Hotel
extending over the water
like a child shepherding ripples in a stream
with a fingertip

squaring up to that familiar
ragged skyline
I am sharing the space with a thousand
and one other people
and acutely feeling like a stranger
in a homeland
that has not yet agreed to my adoption.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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