i spent some time in the shed
behind the house
with the perfume of mildew
and crooked rot
but just enough roof and wall
to make me small
there's a hugeness in being small
or more precisely, overlooked
with the reminder of mildew
and refusal to rot
but just enough grief
to hatch my belief
a shed? maybe. life? definitely!
ReplyDeleteThe hugeness of being small. That I can relate to. Now I wish them who were huge could realize how small they really are.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lonely piece... like a frightened childhood...
ReplyDeletelove,
me
I love this! It goes perfectly with the weather today-which may sound odd, but if you felt the weather, you'd understand.
ReplyDeleteI'd rather be in the majority; I'd rather be overlooked; I'm hungrier that way.
ReplyDeleteShadow, very true.
ReplyDeleteWalking Man, the only way is to make them small. I've knocked a few a peg or two. Or at least held my ground.
PixieDust, you're right. That's how I saw it. And it was really great to see you! I've been reading your posts.
Oddyoddo13, sensation was a strong part of this one, so it doesn't seem strange.
JR, there are certainly benefits.
is it possible that is is somehow about that fellow you sometimes analyze, that serial-type freak guy?
ReplyDeletei love how you deal with him from time to time...
this little piece reminded me of him somehow.