tomcairnspoetry

Gassho

December 2021

I remember falling out of my head

And into the space between my fingers.

And resting there as nearly nothing.

A point.

 

On one side of me was a body, huge and warm,

Busy with digestion, rushing blood, scattered thoughts and breath.

To the other side of me, cool air and birdsong,

Grass noises, a fly's insistent buzz.

Beneath me, a mass of rock and earth.

Above me, damp skies.

Beyond and around, the stretchless reach of everything.

And, through all, Light.

 

I remember falling out of my head

And into the space between my fingers.

But today I am a prisoner here,

Listening to jukebox melodies

And writing escape stories.