The edges are what we keep away from, mists, miasmas
put on a coat if it is cold, but never one of invisibility
smile, they said.In photographs, look your best
so much is expected of us- so much left unsaid
It follows that you must never trip up
on growths and tumuli among the ruins
once on a walk I sat down suddenly
refused to move for one whole hour
Nobody ever asked me why –
tell it here. It is no secret now
I felt as thin as vapour, hurt by hills
by air, by toiling on –
That they never asked?
that shocked me more.
Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved