Before You Make the Same Mistake

Go to the room where you slept as a child
Go there to look through the window
The glass may be dusty and stained with time
And your eyes may not be as sharp as they were
But go to look out of the window
Across to the barn in the field

 

Look out of the window, across to the barn
In the field where you played as a child
Up to your ankles in buttercups and clover
Up to your eyes in heroes
Look through the window to the roof of the barn
With its dull clay tiles hanging crooked

 

Look out of the window to the roof of the barn
With gaps where the swallows and bats
Come and go like cows and children
In the field of purple and cream-coloured clover
The on-off romances and upside-down dreams
That remind you to look through the window

 

Go to the room of abandoned truths
Go to look out of the window
At the roof of the barn made of dull clay tiles
With the black iron cockerel pointing
This time, for God's sake, check with the weathervane
Which way the wind is blowing

 

SM Jobar