This weekend is Chinese New Year. I was in Liverpool last week and the photographs in this post are from there. The poem is revised thanks to the Secret Poets and their skill. You can read the original here.
How to Weave a Rope of Water
after being slung into the air
there is a second
when the mop bucket's contents
seem to just hang in the air
if only you were quick enough
you could weave the water
into a circle or an infinite figure of eight
but then there is the belly flop
on to the crazy paving
every time this happens
the molecules sigh
dreaming of their lives as clouds
when defying gravity is effortless
As you can see, much has changed. New title, revised lines and I hope a more succinct poem. It always helps to discuss your work with sympathetic friends.
The Mountain goats have a new album out, you can buy it here. This is We Walked In The Cold Air.
Until next time.