A poem by CALVIN LAW.
Time
year by year
window fastening shut
rhyme
running out.
And with it a fear
‘That I have lost out
on that montage
of’
espying
afar
from a window ajar
from quite the wrong side.
Forever tasting shorthand
from others, their
sweet success and its
smell
‘But dive back
into looking forth.
This very long sort of longing
does not bemoan the end.
The window’s fastening shut
but there’s always another way out.’
The door not forever locked.
There’s still life yet in those glances.
