An Itch and a Twitch

My window curtains are wide open
I’m watching people on road ahead
Bound for some work, or returning home
With groceries and drinks for their kid

My mind too is not truly closed
I’m thinking thoughts of spotless gold
Bold and eternal, surviving coldness
Like that of Frost and Service of old

My spirit too is not in that rest
With many an itch and a lot of twitch
Like that damn deer dancing near the road
Finally killed by that stupid car

Henry Victor 25.04.2003