- Vol. 09
- Chapter 07
At the wall,
Ruano found peace.
Ruano found peace in the way lines met
the darkness after matter...
and that water pipe fending off the sky.
"Shelter is a feeling," Ruano knew,
and felt himself hugged
by the wet smell
and the shuffing of somebody’s plastic bunting
and the low light
and even the colour of the fox-gecko
painted on the wall.
To his left the fence was like a matrix
listing layers of green,
and the road sign buried
its face in a tree.
"Going nowhere" thought Ruano
putting down his load,
watching leaves tickle
the bucket's edges
moved by the same warthog breeze
that snuffled his hair
and iced his bones.
"Autumn", thought Ruano.
The sky would paint its lines more fiercely soon;
it was time to find a new place.
This would do
here between the pallet and the wall
A new place
warm and sheltered: his own compost.
Spring and the worms would know him,
the darkness after matter.