Steemit Poetry Slam 2017 Entry -- The Grounded Man

https://tomluongo.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/the-grounded-man.mp3

The Grounded Man

An imperfect seal around the door.
The cold comes in a paler
whitish-brown creating footprints
not made by men, probably

Rats or opossums. I sit
shaving. I can’t remember
now, it must have
been a long time

Ago. A crack in the window
jamb. A shack, not more
than a burnt speck
against the low

Sun on the hill. Where
did I get this knife?
A man came by looking
for his pet

Rock. I couldn’t help
him. Near sundown I approached
a tree and started building
again.

This place is nothing like The Maze,
a way out is always in sight.