xii (2020)

caught on your key of being
door open beauty beckoning
snagged by cardi, some strap
or a leash, tethering
behind you twisted never free
frantic focus for your tone
tea spilt, tables out of reach
until you stop to breathe
step back a pace, this room
just like the others, when
you forget to need solutions
when like Hannay in his traps
you’re flexible, gracious, playful
adapt, to distil heaven in this moment
then step free with it forwards
where everything is going on

A. H / K. H-H (18th May 2020)

Thought about titling this The 39 Steps, due to the Hannay reference, but that’s the only link, and to his grace to adapt to rooms/situations.


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