Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-10-22 00:43:00

Excavation

I loved these walls
Loved their verdant pastures,
Their studded hills
and that place where the three roofs meet
the shadows it conjours.

I loved how close they sat to my skin,
How warm they kept me in winter
and the way they shook in a storm
So I would jostle less
Or at least feel less of the shaking.

But I had to see
What was beneath the silky coating
So I took the nib of my pen
and traced a line
where the desk met the paint.

And on significant days
or just when it was raining
whenever the urge to shout myself
arose, really,
I'd scrawl a little borderline there,
creating my own boundaries,
a little godliness.

Until one day plaster showed through
and I began to scrabble at it
doggedly gumming it
with moist nerves
pushing towards

whatever it was
that shone through

whatever storm front awaited