18/11/2016 I allowed my mind to wander and wrote about exploration, duty and freedom
Building within the fences,
pushing up against the boundaries,
aching for the wide open spaces.
The air, so much freer there,
my step infinitely lighter,
my muscles incomparably looser.
Then I am here,
writing for you on this forum,
my mental feet dangling and kicking
over the low walls of this horizon.
Here I am out on the periphery
no information clouds to obscure my vision,
my view is commanding, I am god-like.
Here am I, pure and undiluted in thought and person,
I reach out to touch you,
this word, this nuance, this spectral presence
and you crumple like paper,
folding gratefully against the safety of my mind,
held soundly in the loving embrace of my word.
I feel like home, like a favourite blanket,
like an old comfortable jacket
worn and stretched in just the right places,
warm and snug and durable.
Reliable. That's me.
I am tempted to failure, just to try it on,
to see what would happen if my fingers
lacked the power to catch your falling star.