Retrospection

In that veiled suspended state
between sleep and wide awake
I climb inside my head
to walk on Black Mountain
and baulk white marbles in Falls Park.
With banana box ropes
I swing round lamp posts
'til a lamplighter with a pole
ignites the gas.

In the Bog Meadows
snipe and waterhen fall
to a rifle's crack;
innocent of the significance
I play in a natural habitat.

From Flamingo Pink New and Collected Poems page 56 Impact Printing ISBN 0-948154-46-2