I play both sides of the chess board
alternating white and black. I fight and switch
becoming my own worst enemy
and then the enemy of my enemy
I must watch closer. I’m not sure who wins
when I lose, this process my triumph.
One-step, two-step pawns set up challenges
until a cornered king lies down.
When the game ends, the journey begins.
Alone, without the comfort of his square,
the crownless king must find the man within,
give up e1/e2 to feel the fibers of the rug,
to learn its pattern where his shadow falls,
and dream his way beyond the castle walls.
First published in Anima (UK)