THE NOWHERE & EVERYWHERE OF IT ALL
Without a second glance
I step into the book.
I have Great Expectations.
Just pop in to be Pip
yet again.
I hide in the full stop
at a page's end.
Nip in between
the space between
word & word.
My mother's voice
seeks me out.
I leave just as Miss Havisham goes
wooooosh!!!!
Or I step surreptitiously
into a Jack B. Yeats
becoming pigment
becoming paint.
Here being blue.
Now being red.
Thinking thick impasto thoughts.
Shape shifting from horse
to rider to sea.
There is nothing
I can not be.
"Dónall...Dónall...where...have you been!"
"Nowhere..!" I say
( and sotto sotto voce )
everywhere....everywhere.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
THE NOWHERE & EVERYWHERE OF IT ALL
Without a second glance
I step into the book.
I have Great Expectations.
Just pop in to be Pip
yet again.
I hide in the full stop
at a page's end.
Nip in between
the space between
word & word.
My mother's voice
seeks me out.
I leave just as Miss Havisham goes
wooooosh!!!!
Or I step surreptitiously
into a Jack B. Yeats
becoming pigment
becoming paint.
Here being blue.
Now being red.
Thinking thick impasto thoughts.
Shape shifting from horse
to rider to sea.
There is nothing
I can not be.
"Dónall...Dónall...where...have you been!"
"Nowhere..!" I say
( and sotto sotto voce )
everywhere....everywhere.
