All life contained between
these horizons such are walls.
chipped and abraded by the passing storm
Above this fibre core such is floor
and earth where the dance is done
until the tone of doom or death.
Beneath this dome of air and moving sky such as roof for room in passing by
above this place where you live and die.
The space you furnish rich or spare,
blank canvas there or paint rich to the eaves,this room such as life that you will never leave.
The debris and the mess become such as life, that walls collapse, horizon looms to distant sky, within, the dust of you and I
© Dave Kavanagh 2016.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com