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2013, being, bird, childhood, Eglinton Hill, emergence, feeling, garden, height, identity, London, reaching, stone, Thames, trees, weight
a stone
I picked it up
felt the slight weight just enough
to feel the lift
ran my thumb over the smooth top
with salt-traction enough to grip
to find the lip of the bevelled chip
to test the arm-loose weight again to
H e a v e
it straight up
straight up higher
higher than an apple tree
higher than a passing bird
higher than the downhill lands of London and the Thames
this is what I can do
this is what I can be
and no one would know if only
I can stay with that
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being wormhole: separate
bird wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
childhood & Eglinton Hill & identity wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
emergence wormhole: just words wiped across a line
garden wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
London wormhole: in desperation and worthless art
stone wormhole: ha ha ha
Thames wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
trees wormhole: start where you are I
This brought back memories of skipping stones on mountain lakes and Ozark rivers.
This is what I can do!
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