The Groom

In my shadow
darkness looms
no hint of light
nor broom to sweep away
the clouded moon.

Best then, that I sit
here on the fringe
dipping feet and mind
into the swimming gloom.

So I close my eyes
and watch, just out there
on the periphery - people
like guards in towers
carrying large lumps of iron
on the verge of bloom.

One deep breath
a curl of eye
a breath again,
and then a sigh…
oh what the hell
I better get in
as it's I there waiting for
- the groom.