Tuesday 6 January 2009

The Healer

(on the way to the healer)
imagining I am leaving it all behind
these fields of rape seed, lined up in rude yellow
hot against a watery sky
past the industrial sites,
and rolling into the green;

Still driving on and getting lost
Funny that I can't lose myself
Dragging this ball and chain around
Waiting for this flare to die down.

(a healing)
Laughter giggled in me
and love surged forward
in an explosion
of tingling feet and heated hands
sounds of wind and waves on land;

A rush of emotion
and my heart threatened to break
with dreams spiralling
and earth quaking
to the rhythm of the image maker.

june 1998


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