Security system

a security system

symptom of systemic failure

becoming accustomed to wasting these new days of sun

 

quarreling indoors

or in bed alone

shades half drawn, cardboard eyes,

cardboard mind, watery,

dissolving

 

i had been waiting for spring time

maybe it was just the grey that made

our lives grey

maybe it was the sea mist, the freezing fog

that left our bodies cold and limp,

meat defrosting in a cooler

 

maybe it wasn't me that made

my own misery out of skeins of glass,

that wove my own fragile shawl,

that wore my tears like beads of dew

 

maybe it was the weather that wetted us,

made us inwards and domestic

spectators, killing the minutes, the time,

all of the time that just won't pass.

 

but now

spring.                              

Reviews

[FJ]

So well done - I felt the same way - grey and down on the winter. I listen to robins and cardinals outside my office window just before sunrise and it makes for a great day. Especially like to day, near 60F, some puffy clouds and my wife by my side. Your poem shows the way:
"but now
spring."
Good job