Meeting (Poetry)
09th October 2011
Face to face
and the canvas of the sky too small
to capture how the shadows tumbled back —
like dominoes queued to infinity.
Words caught in my throat —
flies overwhelmed by sap —
the stickiness of shock
froze me.
No sound —
we were like dumb ghosts passing,
our long-ago connection snapped,
its whiplash stinging down the street.
and the canvas of the sky too small
to capture how the shadows tumbled back —
like dominoes queued to infinity.
Words caught in my throat —
flies overwhelmed by sap —
the stickiness of shock
froze me.
No sound —
we were like dumb ghosts passing,
our long-ago connection snapped,
its whiplash stinging down the street.