Beyond the house a ravine beyond the ravine a cliff a beach a lake
To cross the ravine a felled tree to cross the cliff stone steps to cross the lake God by your side
I took myself on journeys I did not want to take Motion deemed necessary and now it is fact
Now I am the fact of it dense & smooth shored stone fact teeny tide fact
All breeds of propulsion
Constantly blowing off stasis Will not return her continuous call Was sixteen & queenly and am still
Who made gravity I made gravity Time to give it up but even my dreams won't let me
New room Now-room Squinting can't tell the difference still pink still shuffling mantras
counting down from seven million posing for the grand finale as in Then-Room
(All those lost years)
Whence urge to be strapped to a rocket Whence idea comfort zone is no-fly zone
Idea that Westward Ho of Progress of Self Ideal of Self-Progress
Switch off the conjure-tunes hear Now outside the door hear my Love hear my Blessings
Technicolor buds bursting in unison the choir hits the high note
Who made spring I made Spring
I'm no boom-pow girl No zip-line virtuoso I'm counting down spit-polishing the prototypes
© 2006 Becca Klaver