SK Grout
Terminus
Terminus—the god of boundaries—carries gifts like a wave
he hums /
lives in a space
where only meaning is present /
takes the land marching
while we flinch in doorways /
shifts between third and fourth
dreaming of open roads /
screams curses at gates and walls
and politicians /
and for you to call it a summer house
is slightly off the mark /
it is Autumn / it is April /
it is algebra /
it is the steady wisdom of detail
and the unravelling until
it is honest, it is watching the sky /
as if they’re playing
your favourite film for free /
for swear /
forever /
good things ahead