Scaffolding Wrapping
On the now-autumn hill,
the half-see-through
(like breathed-on glass)
plastic sheeting wrapping the building,
slapping and thwacking
like a kite in high wind
in all-day riling light
and breathless, tussling cloud,
makes me think that the soul
(or just the idea),
flinging stronger and higher,
longing full-blast for elsewhere, other,
is an oblique scaffolding
tying us, inspiring,
to make ourselves
better, ever more firmly here.
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Iain Twiddy studied literature at university and lived for several years in northern Japan. His poetry has appeared in Harvard Review, The Poetry Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Stand, The London Magazine, and elsewhere.
