cartoon values
base
persons
in line
wet
cellar
propping up
shanty house
mind
sandy soft
soil
shifts load bearing.
timber
rain soaking
limb
passing time
creaking nearer
built upon
nothing
makes nothing
appear
solace sought
seeking
a compassionate ear
fear dreading
glancing
at nothing
behind
hearing a
slow mournful
snapping
cracking
gradual but clear
oncoming traffic
at night
no light but a roar
avoiding
the drawn out
thunderous
fall
knowledge that soon
you will face
and recall
the sand and the soil
the timber that creaked
the load bearing nothing
the wetness that seeped
in the cellar walls
in the place where you keep
the cartoon values
scribbled on sheets
it’s fine
it’s gonna be fine
you’re alright
the sun shines for the night
a structure emerging
purging the fright
built again now
against past states of mind
solid it stands on the learnt
and the learning
stable the soil
holds fast
sand is sheltered
away in a tarp
and a new fall will come
every day and it might
and building
each new day you’ll find
timber that stands
and soil that holds
and rain that relents
and realising after
you’ve looked back again
the structure now sits
in the light of the sun