BOUND 

 

We are to the road bound,

paved in method,

measure

and movement,
we dig trenches,

turn earth

and choke with cement

(no joke).
We are to the light drawn,

toward the harbor,

the heat

and the hope,
bound to shore,

to security,

to bath

and body (to stroke).
We are seekers of shelter

along this helter skelter
cutting comfort

into concrete forms,

wombs

become rooms

become homes

filled with customs

we become cocooned in
a bed to lay our burdens

and rest our bodies (still stroking)
each morning another blanket

folds over yesterday’s shadows

(light, bright till night finds flight)
each morning another curtain

opens on the dream waiting

at the end of another road
to which we will be,

once again,
bound to.
We are bound to follow

the paths we are painstakingly paving.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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2 thoughts on “BOUND 

  1. Karl Ika

    Very beautiful, this picture I liked the most:
    “each morning another blanket
    folds over yesterday’s shadows”

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