Disquiet

by  Meredith Pitt

Living above the skyline;

nothing forever.

Pull the blinds, draw

the curtains, to take a

shower or change

shoes.

Looking down to find

slippers on the

bus, briefcase

forgotten, keys

still

in the lock

inside.

Running to catch you,

only to find

you have transformed;

but still wear

the shoes you

bought in Spain.

written in response to joanne burns 'sand'