#37 - standing on my head (poem in the middle of the book)

6.2.20

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poem in the middle of the book

where the Greek and the English meet

standing on my head

and you are too

where we meet

I always wondered what you’d look like

funny all upside down

but that’s what a poem does to the world

and here we are at the end of it, are we?

no!  this is the middle

turns out

all along

it was a journey to the centre!

dark in here till you opened the page

there’s still a long way to go

shouldn’t we have a little rest now?

quite a climb out

(and uphill is harder)

but now touch, kiss

could we be a wheel?

‘don’t look back’, they all say

see the colours all around us here

it’s like we’re at the bottom of a well

can’t tell if it’s night or day out there

look up

and you’ll see stars