Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Child-eyes wide


The open, unguarded door of the freight lift
Makes me a child again
Obedient feet planted firmly on the floor edge
Neck craned over, curious eyes flick about

The lift is creaky, grey wood
Bent with age and memory
Steel barred walls
Behind them, scratchy unfinished brick
The smell -- earthy, old
Trailing dark drop below
Incites a murder-mystery heartbeat

I’m too old to enter the gates of other worlds
But I still recognize them when I see them.

1 comment:

katie said...

this one so has to end up in that children's novel you wanted to write. probably inspired by it.