Doug Morton
Jul 20, 2017 · 2 min read

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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    Doug Morton

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