Clocktower Winds

by Doug Pugh


I never noticed
On the stair winds of life
When up
In counted effort
Became down
Always seeking
That balustraded edge
With a vantage
To sit back with ease
To draw in and sigh
The wonders that lie
There all the time
Unseen
Through walls
Of sandstone
I made myself
Waiting till I was there
And yet
I suddenly find
My way is now down
That crest passed me by
And the walls
Still scratch
And hold firm
Odd glimpses now and then
Through taunting
Peepholes
And slow as I might
Gravity pulls onwards
Inexorable


Copyright © 2005 by Doug Pugh

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