Wednesday, 30 July 2014

UNDER THE PIER by Cat Lane



Under the Pier by Cat Lane

The wind blew cold that day,
Under the pier.
Not with a winter's chill when leaves have dropped,
Leaving wiry arms and fingers,
Black against the grey sky.
No, the cold of a place where the sun cannot penetrate.
An underworld.
Nervous in front of those who also sought shelter from the sun,
You reassured me with
sincerity,
earnestness,
knowledge,
confidence.
We had eaten together earlier.
You were nervous this time, this first time.
We talked in a desire to understand, to calm, to reveal.
We each brought tears to our eyes
But not sad enough to fall.
You cried again later when we parted in the street.
You sobbed,
The emotion of the day, our meeting, poured out
I clasped you to my chest and told you that it was all right
Two people,
strangers before that day. 
The day the wind blew cold,
Under the pier.





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