Scaffolding Wrapping – a poem by Iain Twiddy

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 ReviewThe Poetry ReviewPoetry Ireland ReviewStandThe London Magazine, and elsewhere.

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