The ladder was located conveniently in the lane <br />As the neighbours had foreseen some work. <br />It then placed to our side wall, up and over, <br />Down onto the wheelie bins, an easy land. <br />Are these physical structures nothing? <br /> <br />The intruders had breached the membrane <br />Of something not easily made. And there, <br />In a yard of my childhood they dared walk <br />Over tarmac where I played football, as <br />An imaginary football star, under an orange sun. <br /> <br />The lock of the door was easily cut out in the end. <br />Slickly opened into our back hallway <br />Where my young sister had once played <br />With the dogs on the smooth stone tiles, <br />As happy as a child should be, eternally. <br /> <br />That hall; a place of argument with my mother; <br />The route to the rest of our current lives; <br />Our business only, until – <br />Gates scaled, door smashed; all quite so eerie, <br />And too simple – until the detectors did their job. <br /> <br />A start forward like the sudden break of tyres <br />On a slimy and uncertain road; necks <br />Strained forward from beds. Something’s wrong <br />When amusing dreams end so sharply <br />With ringing, loud ringing. An alarming saviour. <br /> <br />They fled. <br /> <br />The house I professed to hate so plainly at first; <br />You have to laugh, even a forced one. <br />Any will do when such a matter comes into view: <br />How clearly we see in the dark sweat of night. <br />Well, that’s something, after all.<br /><br />Seán O Muiríosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/break-in/
