It
is not always easy to describe silly things I do at my desk to take a quick
break, but somehow it works to bring me somewhere new.
Speckled
Glass Wings
The cool
slide
of
poke-a-dot underside, slips
Over
my wrist skin
Making
me feel satisfied
That
I know what I like
Even
if it is just for a second
Or three
as I think
Looking
up at the blue
Outside
my window
And now
my head drops
Noticing
my desk is
a contrasting
deep royal blue
I am
struck that is the color of sea
I am
transported under observing
Soft
sea grass waves,
Wale
shark above and darkness below
I swim
quiet miles meeting no one
Then
to emerge, upright and no struggle,
Salt-filled
water licking my ankles
I turn
to squint at the endless horizon
Stretching
further than sight
I
stand still till rocks have shadows
The curious
creatures venture out
From
underneath craggy castles at dusk
to riddle
with me
What
is out there beyond the edge?
The curve
that tilts
Wrapping
round to the upside down
The water
is strained
Looking
so different in opposite-land
Where
feet are hands and hands can be replaced
Taken
off and shot into outer-space
Sound
of sirens or horns knock me back
Unwanted
interlopers into my smooth
Minute
of grace
The
blue has turned to dark gray-blue
Refocusing
on the dotted widow
Tiny
temples of raindropsn
That
is the pin-prick persuasion
That
pursues my shapes
That
waltz and rumba
In my
fuzzy world
Where
I reach out to touch
What
is there
The solid
glass ladybug
I
pick up again
From
beside my computer
To pick
her up
Sliding
her up and down
My wrist
ceremoniously
Till
the pieces fit
And I
return
In and
out
As the
tide
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