On my blog, Lucy Dougan says: 'I've come to think of poems that come as
gifts... as something like the feeling of a thumping good cartwheel.'
I am in mid air
free of the earth
enjoying its pull
I am turning
like a leaf
to the sun
How I dare
is my body's
domain ...
I am turning
in the glare
of daylight
I have thrown myself
up into the care
of my body
like a catherine wheel
fizzing
in the garden
tendril limbs
loose from
their dock
the earth will
catch me again
I know it
and I will be
pedestrian
but just now -
*Now!*
**
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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