Stage

On a stage
Green wood
Splintered
Unfinished
The passive precenium
Morning and evening
in skyward procession

My mother: My sun
My shades: My escape
My queries: complete
My aswers: Infinite

She takes me in hand
she sheaves us together
Each point of focus
She reminds me
Of unfinished
the stage
Unrooted
Unlit

"Who will it be
This man before me"
"man?"
my hand sank
All through sand
and the coarser
Closer
Foster
Fester
Fold
I grow old.