1. Traversing the long corridor of days,
arms outstretched, your body spans its width,
smooth wall running constant beneath your palms,
until, in the left wall, an absence opens under your hand,
stops you in your tracks, fillets you like an occasion.
2. Dropping right hand from wall, turn slowly to face this space.
So, running both hands, fingers mobilised and gripping now, along the length of the corners that form this gaping space, and
3. Being brave, step forward into space and find new wall, nose pressed, shallow distance, uncovering itself coyly, somehow different.
4. Pressing small body into
this indent of wall, this liminal space. Big enough, just, for a body.
Too small for the bookshelf of everything in your bedroom at home. Too small for a decade.
Big enough, just, for your gobstopper heart.
arms outstretched, your body spans its width,
smooth wall running constant beneath your palms,
until, in the left wall, an absence opens under your hand,
stops you in your tracks, fillets you like an occasion.
2. Dropping right hand from wall, turn slowly to face this space.
So, running both hands, fingers mobilised and gripping now, along the length of the corners that form this gaping space, and
3. Being brave, step forward into space and find new wall, nose pressed, shallow distance, uncovering itself coyly, somehow different.
4. Pressing small body into
this indent of wall, this liminal space. Big enough, just, for a body.
Too small for the bookshelf of everything in your bedroom at home. Too small for a decade.
Big enough, just, for your gobstopper heart.