Stumbling, they clutch each other’s frames
flimsy support in a world now only
stretching backwards.
Yesterday, snowfall: a slip
a laugh until nothing seemed to fit
footwear, tyres, gloom.
The world always knows
when to close back over
hardening
into scab and scar.
Today we take
our coats off
as we walk
Tomorrow
maybe boots,
maybe
socks.
© Saradha Koirala 2011
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The last line delivers a convincing punch. Love it!
Yes, I like the feeling of transition and uncertainty, the surety of which provides its own precarious certainty … 🙂
Ooh! Thank you, Orchid and Helen! There’s definitely a precariousness. I like the surety of uncertainty – 🙂