One...and only.

An Object in a Display Case

In just a few moments

the lights will blacken

And the doors will lock.

This dreaded position,

So unfairly bestowed,

So steadily approaching.

This panic overcoming

All sensible logic,

I imagine the appropriate actions,

The mechanics of swinging arms

And running legs

Any motion to prevent this

Solitary confinement.

If only the bouncy ball,

Tucked tightly in its cage

Or the fat moon

Floating in the sky,

Or the dusty books

Sitting in the shelf,

Or the white socks

Hung in aisle five,

If only they could

Manifest into something more human

And come keep me company

Behind this wall of glass.

If only I were

More than fabrication

If only I could avoid

This eventual

Isolation.

..........

An Object in a Display Case

JM Scoviak, 14 Sep 2014