Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-12-19 15:21:00

Siege

One smoked all night
Reducing his discontent to
A pile of ash and spent matches.
The rest wished for such a calmative.

She was in everything
Those days
In all the conversations
Huddled round the doorways
Or bent low and tired-eyed
Over kitchen tables.

She was in our efforts to distract
And the gentle reconciliations
Of crisis.
After all, we are all one blood.
We are all one family,
Here beneath this snow-drowned roof
Where little light can enter
That has not been drained by the season.
We are together, here,
And we will wait.