What good is looking in one direction
when life is happening all around you?
Trains speed past on the tracks outside your house;
coaches full of faces
with their own minds overlapped like a puzzle box.
Sometime all it takes is a ‘hello’
to gain the key,
others it is many greetings over years
until finally the last lock rots away.
One of my closest friends
is a boy I’ve worked with for two years,
but not until we paused to take in the whole sight
rather than our own narrow view
did we realise
how closely the pieces of our puzzles match.
