Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – That first step

My stomach plummets.
I’m not even falling.
My mind swirls like an ecstatic lemming.
My primitive reptilian brain screams,
it feels the world is broken.
On a higher level, I understand,
but can do nothing
but reel with it.
All this, and you haven’t done a thing
you stand, unmoving and unmoved
yet you manage to shatter my universe
into a thousand delirious pin-wheels –
a mad tea-party in my mind.
I take a breath, steady myself,
fingertips seeking soft reassurance.
I step forward –
your cold, metal stair.
Breathing out, I begin
to escalate myself.

Published in: on January 16, 2008 at 1:30 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. You are an intelligent poet, Spence. The pin-wheel images are very unsettling.

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