Tuesday 23 November 2021


I’m not waiting for ageing or changing,

for growing,

restoring, or


the mask.

I’m not waiting for structures to collapse

and reform

and reshape

and remake


from the ruins.

I’m not waiting for the revolution

in thinking,

in acting,

in feeling,

to happen

when the walls finally fall.


I’ll dig the tunnels.

Then I’ll wait.

Wait for you 

to scramble through

to greet me

then we’ll be away,


with our waiting.

Diverse Voices

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