On a big screen
placed on the wall of the Carriageworks theatre
the people of Leeds can see the Olympic torch
as it is carried and welcomed with cheers
throughout the region.
The square is empty though.
Just a Japanese man and me
have taken seat on a bench
and we watch the golden owls of the Civic Hall
watch the screen without a blink.
He knows a nice haiku about owls
if I am interested
but just when he starts, in Japanese,
rain is starting to fall.
I listen, get wet, more confused
when he wipes tears from his eyes,
I seek for shelter.
Golden owls, the screen
and the homesick tourist remain
on the Millenium Square,