I see a face at the window
Looking from behind the shroud, stopwatch readied
Senses on edge, pieces
Of a shell
Reformed and moulded, a two-way mirror.
It hurts and pains the soul in me
From a glass-house, safe sanctuary
A beacon in this desolate night?
Or a slab of ice I broke, too thin?
On the edge of the pond
No light to see fish by
The reeds I clung to
Two strangers on the road approached
Asked my way and noble purpose
Said I had fled from a broken home
With windows boarded, shadows prowling
Without fear, only kept
The years below sunk in the barrel
From whence they strained the latest crop
Through roads at dawn the sight did grow.
As over darkness
The fears would go
One windscreen-wiper not working again
The other with an admirable
So we sat
And shared our tales so old
As familiarity numbed the cold
But a shock sent shivers
Through these bones.
And the arena I found myself thrust
At the bottom
The rows of steps
Steeped in dust
And they led from above.
Now entangled with nature
A climb too far
To now consider
One too many can sometimes be
Only one from never.