Year End
Dogs recognize me, own me,
cats tolerate the space I move in.
Long nights have concertinaed the days
into narrowing perspectives,
yet still a pencil thin sunrise
is worth getting up for.
I hear a train coming
it is loaded with happy waving children;
they lean out of the window
their gaily colored scarves
fly in the wind.
O no, another train
coming fast
on the opposite track.
O no, everyone is headless.
I am headless
even though I was not on the train.
The dogs are yelping, the cats
are as stiff as statues.
My eyes are half-open
like train carriage windows.
My head is rolling now into 2020,
apart from the sink holes, fault lines
and cliff edges, it will be, of course,
all downhill,
and I'm thinking:
'it's great to be alive.'
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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