You are there
the night your blanket
as the muffled sound of slumber
creeps in from under the door.
A door you’ve looked at for years.
Breathing you’ve heard for a lifetime.
Now both are strangers
even though you cannot make them speak why.
writer, book reviewer, daydreamer
You are there
the night your blanket
as the muffled sound of slumber
creeps in from under the door.
A door you’ve looked at for years.
Breathing you’ve heard for a lifetime.
Now both are strangers
even though you cannot make them speak why.
I saw you in that traditional place –
the bathtub –
small and crawling,
trying ever more feverishly to cling to the sides.
But every eight steps saw you slip and fall;
I could bear to watch it no more.
With shaking hands I picked you up,
placed you on the windowsill
and said farewell.
I thought no more of you
until a cousin
hitched a ride on my leg.
It was hot and the ground warm,
so I suppose I was the logical choice.
Transportation in a breeze.
And more recently, another friend
of yours
joined in with my morning yoga;
my back arched in cobra position
and they splayed out fully.
I wondered who would win.
Sensing my surprise, they scurried away.
I thought that was the end of the visits,
but in writing this,
approval had to be met,
so on the wind came another
ready
to notate the ink
with swift legs.
I can see the roots
growing in the corners
of your eyes,
under the ground
where you think no-one will find,
and in my veins.
Oh, you hope
to hide from me, but
you don’t know
I can look inside myself.
I can cut you out
if I want to,
like a weed.
I can leave you to wither.
Would you like that?
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