Fragile, frozen-fevered breath
I drew the room’s aroma in
and out and in
and all around this shell
the world contracts,
I patch the cracks & map
her continent across the ceiling.
And there, I trace the shadow hours’ passing.
We explore imagined regions
with thumbs and gummy fingers,
rabbit heads and hummingbird features.
Discover magic, moons and oceans and
brushstroke the dustbowl, like desert creatures.
A honeyed spoon song sings bottled water.
In shallow sleep I shovel gravel. Dig
and swath her tunnel.
Her breath, it wreathes the handmade –
the nails, an inch imbedded.
I’ve witnessed, previous, privet
congregations of solemn hems and cuffs,
that even blackened guillemots,
against the blanket cloud, eschewed
with cackles, turning, hooded like
bin-bags on the breeze.
I laid down my tools and succumbed.
But, no more.
I palm fire now.
Smelt iron, star & prism.
And, though I am blind, I see
beginnings, trajectories & conclusion.
Watches come & go.
And I will bridge the water until
all the towns are in the mirror.
And all the roads are Roman.