a pantoum
Wandering round the house at 5am,
searching for words,
I look out of the window:
the trees are bending in the wind.
Searching for words,
I’m wondering why everything’s the shape it is
(the trees, for example, bending in the wind)
& all space is accounted for.
I can’t work out why everything’s the shape it is,
but see myself just like a portrait in a frame
(where all space is accounted for)
seen from the outside looking in.
I wonder who he is, the portrait in the frame:
the face seems unfamiliar,
seen from the outside looking in,
inseparable from everything.
But then it all seems unfamiliar to me,
wandering round the house at 5am.
Inseparable from everything,
I look out of the window.
Wandering round the house at 5am,
searching for words,
I look out of the window:
the trees are bending in the wind.
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Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor
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