Friday, 18 January 2013

Scaffold

Learned a new way of speaking. Had to as a matter of survival.
God their lives are so sheltered they think I'm an American!

So I pick up their way of talking – mimic them
and walk down a dark city street
hunger gnawing at our bellies
craving the exotic, the mysterious brightness
burning through sleet.

...

Here's a house without windows, doors or floors.
The initiation requires scaling scaffolding
pounding to the end of a plank, leaping
off and out into the sky to fall, land
in an embrace of building sand.

Except it ended, for me,
in a freeze until this new kid
came along, pulling on his nose
as if expecting water.

I followed after.

2 comments:

  1. Jonathan,
    This is glorious. Methinks the second half can stand and leap all on its own. Made my day!
    Regards,
    B.R.

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    1. Bobby, you're right, and thank you. But these are austere times so, for one day only, here are two for the price of one.

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