Advent 2012 : Day 9

Depth Of Field


Light breaks in –

sharp like a cry –

between the shutter-boards

and throws itself across the floor,

bleeds as it falls,

leaks into air and on to stone.

These walls, the room between

their frame, swim into focus:

a scene becoming more familiar

day by day.  This is our home,

for now; though not

the home we left behind.

These are my people now,

moving so carefully around me;

they try too hard not to disturb me – say,

“Leave them to sleep; they’ll stir themselves,

and soon enough, God knows.”

So studied are they in respectful distance

that I watch, unseen.

There is so much I must take in.