Trickling

A Poem

Photo by Henrik Dønnestad on Unsplash

You go on to direct
the whistling the placement
of sullen breaths
Ecru cut out of the black wall
that shadow trickling
over the floorboards
But there the sudden stream
of opposition must stop
at some point
reordering & covering
brief elements of nudity
The aging contrast
of the fighting daylight
perspective redundant
& unbroken
the chairs give out give out
Like dollars
over a deserted fairground
& just how old
am I now claiming to be
to you?
& just how old
is that sound that will not
stop?

J.D. Harms 2020