Long Distance Views

We envy your slab of perspex - 

our visits are sight unseen -

and sidestep the spikes and gin traps

to sit with our King and Queen.

Twice daily we get an hour

with only a butter knife

to cut through a skein of feeling

built up in a limbo life.

We're peering round every corner

with mirrors on sticks and straws,

absorbing the smallest detail

the mist of each day obscures.