Vic

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.