(the road less travelled…)

Each of these words

has travelled through time

and each has a thread

and each has a meaning

and a wandering line

or two, lodged in my head.

False.

Her glimmer was fading

like a mirror gaining patina

and tarnished and burnished

and light growing colder

and she cannot keep up with

the light, the love, the space.

Like an escaping zoo animal

she resists the panic of being caged

and under the weight of freedom enraged

and closer, pulling me into the time when

and will still be lying there – waiting

expanding, and fanning out like transport.

But you,

….you will be gone.