[the poetry billboard] - 'Containers' by SL Lee

SL Lee

A band of Bangladeshi
Of a skin of a different colour
Up in hoist and steel cables
With the wrong end

At a brass lock sealing
The huge container doors
Whether red or rusty in the night
I could not tell

I think of you on the other side
Pressing your ear close
The very same doors:
Without the keys and – so

You smile and talk while the noon-day light
White-washes around us
Till your eyes are shadows slits
Cool inviting in the day
Calling me

Yet always the walls around me
In the dark their nearness
It is me on the other side
fumbling with the lock

Outside you
We are both doctors

For the signs of life