Spaces Between – Beth Rust

Spaces Between
 
You are a door locked,
key swallowed.
You are a room.
 
Outside people look
through frosted glass
at outlines that seem
to shift and settle
like overgrown moths.
 
Inside you are
cluttered ideas piled
high, accumulated
knowledge filed
haphazardly on shelves;
you are movements
disturbing dust.
 
You are the deliberate
spaces between things, gaps
like wide open mouths waiting
for more.
The empty light socket;
the carpet across which shadows pool
but never meet.
 
You are nothing but echoed footprints
and settling silence;
a window that stays
closed against sound and sun;
the dust that is never let out.
 
 

Beth Rust
Yr 13, Karamu High School