Uneasy in the Town of Your Body by Bruce Hodder

After these many weeks,
your body is like
a once-familiar town
that I’m uneasy in. Something
is no longer right.
I walk the same streets,
but no more as someone
who should be there,
whose natural place it is,
to walk them. I’ve
become a stranger now,
mimicking belonging
that was mine before
this cruel separation
that you forced on us.
As for your alleyways,
your hidden gardens,
I enter with foreboding,
or if I can, stay out.
I have no desire to trespass,
or be caught again
when the storm clouds
steal the bright moon from you
and the rain comes,
blacking out a safe path home

About the Poet:

Bruce Hodder has been published widely, most recently in two chapbook collections Hotel Corona and Helen’s House and online at Medusa’s Kitchen and winedrunk sidewalk . Last year his collection The Journey Home was published by Whiskey City Press. He lives in Northampton, England with his wife Michelle.