What is the answer
To that ancient problem?
Rain against glass,
The gutter’s low-
throated street song;
Every evening, he could measure progress
by the packed snow collected
under his boot-soles.
Finally, he unlaced them, loosening
stiff leather to stark flesh,
accepting the cold.
Razor slip- the water clouding red
like a prophecy; he traces the torn skin,
recognising himself in the mirror.
Conclusion follows question, indistinctly;
at the door, she shares the wound
like an old master.
In the house of words
he had assembled,
he wrote the sign
as the house
against the pier’s taut
the sea grinding shoreward,
its salt-tang resumed like a vow;
all one movement.
Bio: Daniel Williams is a poet and writer, and founding editor of Long Exposure Magazine.