Poetry

Compass needles

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.