Doughty Street

A heavy, overcast day,

patches of rain, following

a sleepless night, my body

is in a meeting, my mind

is walking from the tube station

at Russell Square to a house

on Doughty Street, only

a few blocks, a house

whose façade replicates

all the facades, gray-brown brick

on Doughty Street, a street

of sameness, a street

where imagination thrived

for a time, even under

a heavy, overcast day

with patches of rain.

Photograph: The Charles Dickens Museum Doughty Street, London.