Whenever She Lays Her Head

It’s where She goes you see –
It’s where She goes –
Searching – Tiptoeing even –
For fear She’ll wake the dead –

A kind of weariness –
The Sands under Her feet – shifting –
That’s the thing – No Thing stays still anymore –

Close the door They murmur –
Those Scribes –
Their pronouncements lying dead – on a shelf – somewhere –
The Extravagance of Self Belief words – smothered in glue – and Disbelief –

Whenever She lays Her Head He said –
And Quickening Now .

~ For my Father