The wind is changing
I feel it on my cheeks
and in my heart
in the touch of soft kisses on my hands,
falling leaves curtain-drawn into
the sleeping cold.
Tag: outlook
Mountain climbing
I can see the top of the stairs.
It doesn’t look far.
Just like a mountain doesn’t look that tall
until you stand
by its roots
gazing up at the sheer
enormity
of it, and all your hopes
skitter off along the horizon,
with barely a wave goodbye.
But I know I’m not facing a mountain.
I’m facing fifteen rectangular boxes
stacked vertically yet veering forwards
to create an upwards path.
Should I convince myself,
yet again,
that my wasted muscles will let me walk
to the top?
I don’t know.
Maybe I should just tackle
the stairs like a mountain –
my mountain –
and climb.
I think I could do that.
If I try.
Cubed
Inside the neat black cube
lies a silver heart.
It has never felt the breath of air
that comes from an open box.
For all its years,
the metal is worn
only slightly;
if it were of flora,
then it would be as green
as the newest seedling
and have experienced
even less.
A sudden jolt
jars the black cube.
It falls from its perch
down
to the floor.
The heart doesn’t know
what to do.
Its world is changing.
The cube is broken;
air and light finally leak in.
Treeshallow Musings 