terminus
my sagging backside
has found true south
a magnetic polarity
that cannot be denied
circumnavigated
or waved away in disbelief
here all facts are self evident
medicine wanders
a nomad’s hessian philosophy
incontestable
honest as breaking glass
gravity in landscape
drags petals from stalks
allows hover in falling
peculiarcharm
lingering effervescence
so hungry in passing
arranges this nimble parasol
to shade an eventual rise
transcendence
(Previously published in The Blue Nib, and ‘Walking Through Fences’. Artwork David Hinchliffe – London rainy day, umbrella series)