An invisible cage—
we feel him
locked. His quiet
bangs against
us. He taps
our hands—right
yes, left no. Drops
the ring
of keys
at our feet, Car ride now.
His trail shadowed—
we follow clues. Thoughts
shining
through him. Coins.
Spoons. Falling,
clanging. We pick them
up. His heart
a small jar
of lost things. A silver
window. Light trapped,
he touches sun
on glass. Closes
and opens
a thousand
doors.
