I hustled down the stairs to
the basement below our flat
A wire and plywood enclosure guarded our stuff
from the dank and mildewed room
I paused
behind the furnace
the basement below our flat
A wire and plywood enclosure guarded our stuff
from the dank and mildewed room
I paused
behind the furnace
the stone and mortar wall
stood there, boundless and complete
(perfect)
I watched
for a
I watched
for a
second
then opened the door to the cage
and climbed in to find the suitcases
We were going on a trip
then opened the door to the cage
and climbed in to find the suitcases
We were going on a trip
I was in a hurry.
3 comments:
I love this. Every now and then, there is a moment where something simple strikes you as being significant, like the "wall" in this poem. While this feeling must be more about a state of mind, it is interesting that we often place this affectionate gaze toward an object. In my experience it is usually something in nature...maybe it does have something to do with the object itself after all. Uh oh!
I wish I could have simply stayed in that state of mind and gazed at the wall awhile longer. But perhaps this is representitive of how those moments work....It does usually work with an object as opposed to a person (in my limited experience), why?
I guess people move too much. Before you can get lost in anyone, some strain of distraction comes along. The only place I have ever felt this feeling with a person is during love making. I have felt simultaneously dizzy and still, omniscient and non-existing, staring into her eyes, and time seemed to be for once, ignoring me.
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