Two Weeks

It’s been two weeks
Since you dove head first
Into the dark halls
Of the last bastion of decorum,
Intent on waking feral instincts
That never truly slept;

Two weeks
Since the earth moved,
Rising to the power
In your fingertips
Like the tide rushing
To the pull of the moon,

In the darkness that binds
One side of midnight to the other
It still feels like
Yesterday




Janet Reid
january 2009