Quick, since home
Peeps in view
The oscillations
Become familiar
The feeling
Of conclusion
Fills the body
I am watching
The rear view eyes
Deep in scrutiny
The poor sky shuffles
Its feet, cloaks
Itself
Swift tides move
And the laces of the road
Move with them
I fidget on my seat
Hear the violent music
Rise behind us
Quick, now, the storm
Is on its way
Soon, the world
Will start its run
Trees are looming
Already, and
The door to home
***** like a wing
Stop, now, stop and
Rush through
Bar the windows,
Blind them, shake
The fireplace awake
And, little fly, bake
Your biscuits and read
Your books, till the edge
Of day breaks
And clever dust
Lulls you to sleep
Quick, quick, quick.
But the rear-view eyes
Leap upon me
Precise as leapords,
Prying, plying
With sharp disquiet
Cold rain tusks
And I speed
Reckless forward.
19/09/2023