A flat packed 'window'? Here.
Sign at the door - scribble on his little screen -
very small postman in very odd hat.
WTF?
Inside when slit by Stanley, package: -
jigsaw puzzle of wood and one little glass panel
with tube of glue:
"Window of Opportunity." Ooh!
Well, something to give the kids to do
on a dark day over Christmas, maybe,
in a week or two.
'Self assembly' - well, that's a joke, spoke
too early as the thing slid out of plastic and string
the pieces rising up...
I staggered and tripped back onto the sofa
in horror,
seizing a book from the shelf
(remembering 'Hell Raiser')
to throw;
but, no
the thing was doing its thing,
rotating, interlocking,
the tube a whir a squelch a dollop,
running an edge, dotting a flange -
and there,
flopped to the carpet silent,
among the litter of its wrappings
the tube still, oozing one bead,
already solidified,
and the finished window
the size of a tablet,
a little more ornate,
(No, dear. Not the ones you swallow!)
flat and quiet.
Put down the book -
'A Field Guide to the Little People' -
pick up the window.
Well?
You hold it in your hands.
Look through.
You never can tell.
...
YOU ARE READING
Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
