It is a mere vault
you could do it one-handed
over an invisible fence
And you would be
on the other side
surrounded by gold
Gazing out at the stars
a body of plenitude
ridded of dejection
But then you would get
lonely and you would look back
Over the fence
And realise that you have to
go back for some things
you have left behind
Old photos a favourite saucepan
dead aunts broken cups
last year’s Xmas gifts
And drag them to this new place
and then it doesn’t look
so new any more
And the bargain is about
comfort versus joy
the isolation of ecstasy.
