Turn your back on uncertain footing awhile.

The city is a safe harbour,

Stretching out bridges and winding water.

Step over criss-crossing tracks,

And echoing footsteps.

Glimpses of glass and spires are beckoning you.

Steel grey cranes and curving clusters

Of domed rooves are rising

Beyond stilled masts,

To cobbles and restful corners.

The old whiff of wool and the weight of lead.

There’s a network waiting,

Connections sparking – click-clacking into place.

Let the city wash you clean

As a polished stone.

Step into ambience and stillness

Carried in on the wings of gulls.

A cocoa river

Filtered through spirographs of light and steel.

Come wander amidst masts and rocking hulls.

Find the city open and placid,

Reaching out pathways, stretching out bridges.

Turn your back on uncertain footing awhile.

Search out its beacon. Step in.