Where Truth Lies
Maps, once made,
leave the impression of a place gone dead.
Words, once said,
anchor the fevers in the head.
Vows, once taken,
fade in the shadows of a place forsaken.
how the mind’s landscape forms from shifting sand,
how where we are
is partly solid ground, part head-in-air,
a twilit zone
where changing flesh and changeless ghost are one,
and what is true
lies between you and the idea of you –
restless, between the fact and the fiction.
unpublished poem, © Alastair Reid 2008, used by permission of the author.