The year of clearing thoroughly

No waiting in the wings

When a closet
close and partly closed
with memories,
fond illusions swells
emotional ghosts,
sighs forgotten
from broken vessels leak
Its walls no longer
doubts contain
so spirits and matches
replace hinges and latches
that secured that space
Once these elements
break and rust,
the contents remaining
incinerate we must.
A house now vacant
doubt contains
the tragic, not magic
the eyelids restrain
the limbs are weary,
the stomach hollow
since thoroughly
cleared from thoughts
for tomorrow.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..