you descend on me like age

[maryferguson92]

untitled | margaret atwood

I look up, you are standing
on the other side of the window

now       your body
glimmers in the dark

room / you rise above me
smooth, chill, stone-

white / you smell of tunnels
you smell of too much time

I should have used leaves
and silver to prevent you

instead I summoned

you are not a bird you do not fly
you are not an animal you

Comments

[maryferguson92]

I really respond to the idea of Cas as unknowable. Even more than most people, Cas would be unfathomable. I really like that about him.