A Cast of One

I am prisoner to the invisible jailor,

forced to audition as leading man

in my personal Hitchcockian drama

in which death stalks my neighbourhood,

a flagrant killer waiting patiently for my demise.

My life support comes packaged and

delivered by mute couriers,

white van pollinators

busying between the doorsteps, house-to-house.

I hear constant warnings, fear, dire consequences

but I am eager to see life, movement,

so have become a voyeur

after dark, before curtains are drawn

covertly studying the mundane

spying on other people’s still life tableaux,

each starring in their own private movie.

Published by grahamrsherwood