He is surface to air
one minute here and
the next
up there communing imponderables
with the imponderable one and
then he’s gone and back again,
it makes me dizzy.
I wake to a rush and
at a push or a shove
I’d probably call it
love
which is fine by me,
if
I see the light it
means
I’m not yet dead
right?
© 2015, John Smallshaw.
