Paul Perreault, one poem


Agoraphobia

It was when I turned the clocks

back

I remember the freedom

the fear

When my foot first crossed

the threshold

of the large fiberglass front door

downstairs

It must have been months

ago

I remember how bright the sun was

Beyond my four walls

I haven’t cared to bother

With time

Time is for those with time

Mine was up years ago

Now I wait

I’m not happy

certainly

Happy people don’t make

Friends out of

curtains

blankets

pillows

But they are there for me

Warm, reliable, stable

They are there

I don’t want to die

But living’s no good, either

I no longer choose to choose

So I wait

In my dark room

To see which gives first.