ATTACHMENT PANE

 

 

I watch you from the night garden,

trapped in a tiny pane of low-energy twilight,

head in school work, glasses slick on moist nose

-no longer seven but twenty seven-

soon to step into a larger pane

with others waiting for you.

I’ve had this separating moment so many times

I feel resigned

until

the light is a pin hole of indifference.

In panic, I fly back,

the light is there but you have vanished.

 

The light is there but you have vanished.

In panic, I fly back

until

the light is a pin hole of indifference.

I feel resigned.

I’ve had this separating moment so many times,

with others waiting for you.

Soon to step into a larger pane

-no longer seven but twenty seven-

head in school work, glasses slick on moist nose.

In a tiny pane of low-energy twilight

I watch you from the night garden.