Katherine's Cove

Storm clouds moved in a while ago,
So did the trees,
Slowly marching ever closer
In an inward circle
 
Cover your ears
And try not to see them approaching
 
Close your eyes
To the screeching of birds
That darken the sky
In concentric swirls
 
Count your steps
Five, four, three, two …
Backwards, into the rubble
Until the fall 
 
Take a deep breath
 
It’s time …
 
Ignore the scrapes on your knuckles
And reach for the rope
Hanging quietly in the corner — 
It’s always been there.
 
Come in out of the cold.


 

november, 2010
Janet Reid