In a storm I arrived. My, what a blow! The wind wound down & around, winding up the trees as it unwound the windings of that now timeless town. Well, at least I was in.
The room I was given, that last one, at the end, it was a bother, at best. The bed would not sit even & there were nails sticking up from the floor. I couldn’t even close the door. Not that the points were jabbing up, but none of those heads were all the way down. “Ha! They need a pounding” I thought, remembering how people could stand or stick out at a symphony, whispering, rude, in a soft part among the woodwinds or strings. “So annoying” I’d thought then. My old macho.
I tried scooting the bed so the legs might find a smooth place to be. Useless. And my bare feet oozed. Nowhere to stand. “Nor lie, nor sit”. And that window! A maze of webs, strands bouncing in & out on the breeze. “At least” I thought, “at least those spiders stay their place”.
But I was always good at following instructions. Too good, in fact. Especially when nothing made sense. I’d showered, as I was told. Yet when I hung the towel outside, using the hook & pole provided, it all unwound. “At least I tried. Yes, I’d tried”. But that white towel was the trick of surrender.
Spiders got to the bed then. The clock unwound, Guideon gone, & I couldn’t move. And that breeze, now a wind again, wafted those webs in, windings that wound down around my wounded feet. Webs in my eyes. Webs, webs wound about my face, my hands; then my arms & head. And as the clock unwound, I froze. It was then that I knew. Then that I realized.
~jwl
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