Relativity

Like a scrum of dismal weekends

Coincidental DNA trudges up the drive

To dogs barking in the wind

Puzzled faces appear

Mortar exchanges of hellos

Taken like sandpaper on skin

Here is the frenzied stillness

That found no kindness

In the trail of biscuit crumbs

Silence hung between noses

Then jawboned into ennui

Hands withheld quietly in laps

Distressing at the seams

Then selves divide

Like promises broken

Of phone calls

To numbers forgotten

Time extricated

From endless moments

That drove to

An inward slum of fiction

November 2007