Upstairs, down stairs
Along corridors, in and out of self partitioned rooms
Some girls have the decorators in
Some boys prefer the game of shadows
I walk in
Ask the teacher if it's ok to take photographs
I'm just another student
Someone else trying to settle on their future
I want you to see more, to read more into this
The next line is blank
For your own thought
Ben did a similar thing with a canvas
A street scene painted entirely in black
The viewer having to move about to catch new light
To see across and over, into and deeper than the surface
I wonder
One day would he lay down a tray of pastels?
Allowing the audience to bring their own rub of colour
And for Emma
Is the process itself self sufficient
To take apart, to put back together, to tear and then to stitch
As if to thump
And then to console
With a wipe of melted butter
Maybe it is:
To swim underwater for as long as you can
Or as long as you dare
To walk to the extent of your feet's endurance
Or sit in a chair
Is there a search for renewal - but no place for the three act story
Just there and back again, each day a little older
With or without reparation
With or without the fame or glory
