who pace the sea-green corridor
who wonder at the weight of time
who tread it like deep water
this why-ing time.
carry the weight of the room,
keep backs to time, friction feet
against the pull of marmoleum
this wall beating time.
with every pick of cover mapped and tile edge travelled
live in the pre-grave time
and wait for dark to pierce through
this carapace time.
sit, hear and nod
thumb stroke the thin envelope
smooth the counterpane
and pray your waning body boxed
for swingeing time
to have its moment
for the tipover
into only yesterdays of you.
go pace that sea-green corridor
and wonder at the weight of time
go tread it like deep water