degree of freedom (accompany)

The notecard fell out of the place it had marked in my mother-in-law’s book and landed not as I was used to seeing it – with the symbol of the Spirit descending, to “fall afresh” on us – nor even as I dream it sometimes, rising from this world of ‘what?!?’ But side-ways, set to come along-side. To accompany.








Turn the frame
to where I Am,

Spirit squint
to search above –

split horizon,
rising sun,

tapping out
the foolish flung.

Stumbled dance,
the setting free,

fallen hard
the rising ground;

dare me not
what never could,

can’t, nor passed,
nor leaving freed.

Wing return
your cloud-spun world,

turn again,



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