Ruth Schreiber

End

A tube comes
at the end
as the end,
a bowl
a pillow
the view:
a chimney
pines and rocks
a line of laundry;
cars round
the swerve in the road,
they don’t know
the aim is to swallow
at the end,
to breathe is to live;
the vision narrows
at the end
to this end
of this room
as --