Build
A bridge.
How many bricks blocks or stones?
Do I need to build a bridge?
Masked men march on horseback
Across the far-off ridge.
An edifice like a harbour wall
Interrupts their way
Will they come, go, or capitulate
Or reach the burgeoning Bay.
Disguised in blacks and browns and greys
Each one’s a silhouette
Perched on the far horizon
A painted pirouette.
Angles of expediency
Tasks that turn to talk
Mountains of building blocks
Dissolve slowly into chalk.
My mind has missed my attitude
My synchronicity desensitised
Teardrops fall like mercury
Quicksilver from my eyes.
Far off past the landscape
Hidden from my sight
Are those that I’ve forgotten
Ghosts left in the night.
Building blocks with strong cement
Biscuits on a plate
Seems these dreams are buttered
Before they relocate.
©
David Rudder
2023
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