Point of interest; Wrap

Point of interest

Me, is it?
angling my foreground
to move with me
along a crowded pavement
in one clarified direction,
eyes set to recognise one doorway
of gravelled glass and a particular
curlicued frame.

Or is it us?
in two directions
designed to meet in golden intersection
to contradict
the deeply textured thrust along the pavement—
among shoved elbows
to take hands for one moment
unprotected skin
between your cuffs and mine,
to meet eyes that pleasantly
void
the strong mass of pedestrian
and shift towards a new destination:
quick flick before
the structure reasserts.

Or them, is it?
the crowding round
zigzagged to such crossed purposes
no one can meet so many eyes
so many expectations,
such heavy-hatched
continuous bodiment.

Aileen Kelly

Wrap

The house
 presses
the car
 presses
even the imagined to be free
persona comes tight-wrapped
in bristled skin, watchdog.

Step out for breathing-room,
the small open between bush and buildings.
Sunlight flicks off and the real day rains
devaluing the shoulders and other
vulnerable parts. No policy
fully covers to roof out
sunstroke, thunderstroke,
even this petty sprinkle
of the unexpected.

The sky   the breath   the tongue
take your own name in vain
and when you listen back
your own voice slips
into a foreign vernacular.
When your name
 is danger
when your language
 is danger
you learn the dangerous skill
of silence
and some speak
never again.

But there is still
the wrapped house  the uninsured
person watchful in the shrunk pelt.

Aileen Kelly

 

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