Game Plan Poem by Arno Le Roux

'Gameplan'

Don't enter, not this here hall with rules of old
You need quietly, shhh... observe her inner cold

Just a while, just to let her be her past
Wish a while, stand, and stare hold fast

You want to see all her breaths alone?
Could you wait a season still as stone?

Make no move as this is love at steer
Your turn will come when the table's clear

Own the stare you're a welcome train
Rules of breathing space remain a gain

Arno Le Roux 2015