fingers tracing institution brick
touching smooth stone sills
attention diverted to vast lawns vacant
glimpse through cautious careful bars
placed across windows as I pass
locked doors along empty corridors
stone & silence surfaces straight
then round every piece scattered
I am these walls unable to break
these self-inflicted patterns
shaking hands and frantic heart
stone & silence stone & silence
the fury of a windstorm, it is here
It is here inside myself.
18/19/20/23 April 2003 ADP
