With each step you draw ever near
Wind whispers come on lean into your edges
Filtered light leads you along this one way path
Hum your melancholy melody in a minor key
You are not lost just drifting through
This place is everywhere and nowhere
Cross that emerald pond to another side
Your horse with wings waits there for you to ride
a cavernous theatre
where people bid
on others’ colourless goods.
I gripped a framed photo
of someone else’s child.
a dinner bell
or a warning.
We carried our
a crowded single line
near the double handled wooden door.
from far away,
a voice I thought I knew,
shouted stood unbalanced unsteady
waving two open hands:
“before leaving, each one of you
must take and hold me close—-
I am Old Soft Familiar
your fellow (wo)Man”.