Still - Poem by Victoria Slyderink
Ive been sitting so still, so constantly still
as eager as i could be to move yet lost for breath and so very still
Ive been sitting here so still, without breath in fear of moving from this window sill
Id watched the driveway so very still was the dirt upon its tracks, much like yesterday when i sat so very still right here next to this window sill
Id have walked to the door to greet you when you came but the dirt on the driveway it was still the same, so here i shall be with the window so still from me not moving not even the blood coursing through my veins.
Id have died here watching the ground, for the movement of dust for the tire noise for its sound.
Id have lept off my seat id have been there to greet, the warrior home from the chaos, bringing my soul food to eat.
However the dirt upon the track, was much like the water upon your back when home came to mind it was not one of a kind for your bed was made in many a town, and for this lonely young wife the sound of your tires never came round
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