there is
!spontaneity!
in my chest, ready
to be plucked like
an apple from it's branch,
I just need a boost and the
reaching
hand--

(and there
the film clicks in
defiant
pause)


in a frame with the apple perched,
the moon patiently waiting
it's big reveal - signalling to the
silent observer a
subtle but over-
whelming
change:


I
am
drifting
in my
skin,

I am
sitting
on my
hands,

I am
doing
anything but

chang-
ing.