Garden of Infinity

 

The cac cac cacophony of a magpie, temperate, humid dawn of grey clouds closed curtains uncertainty everywhere life skills should be a qualification

you failed 

sorting through books you fell

into the world’s word 

unleashed

a fantasy model of yourself

it went of roaming for years and now it’s come back

an itinerant lodger parcels papers packages

strewn across the library floor

in this repository of the imagined nation

memories of expeditions float downriver

hacking through thick brush

corpulent bubbles rising giant catfish whiskers

hog weed and periwinkle line the banks 

fronds brush against the skin

leaving scar tissue that reacts to light

you are completely alone now

they let you go

movement in the other room

shuffling strike out for action

there is much to be done

much to be gained in the doing of it