So Irene Brooks inspired…..
Down, down and down again ( A modern day fall)
I imagine a funnel
Feel the thrill of the swirl
As everyone in there
Every man woman boy and girl
Are rolled round and around
Rising and falling
Arms and legs swinging
All whooping and hollering
Each starts realising
At times different to the other
That slowing down
Presents a bit of bother
Since when spinning stops
Gravity starts to pull
And downward we spiral
To the neck as a general rule
Until out we go
From our fun filled funnel
And in we all go
To a narrow dark tunnel
Only this one’s different
We note as we descend
Unlike the hopeful metaphor
There’s no light at the end!
Ok so the funnel is life and the tunnel death, or credit deregulation and austerity respectively, but either way it ended in a dark place. Hence now this….
Rebirth
And then, from nothing, something
After who knows just how long.
An awareness, barely a feeling
To which I somehow belong.
A breathing in and out softly
But it cannot be my breath
Where and What can this be
If neither life or death?
This slow, steady rise and fall.
This gentle rocking motion.
Who could sacrifice all of this
And love with such devotion?
And with no hint of knowing
Thought now turns to sound
As if to wake me from slumber
Water gurgles all around.
Then my hand strikes out a reflex
To my surprise it meets resistance
The first kind, gentle reprimand
Of our peaceful co existence
In which all around is black
Until a speck just barely in sight
Accelerates towards me
And I’m blinded by the light.
Then all that surrounds me tightens
As if sensing it’s urgency
Suddenly a rush of motion
A newborn life set free.
And what is this if not
The product of love so true?
A chance to heal and make amends
To start over and feel brand new.
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