This is my latest poem for Creaturemag Its called 'The Weightlessness of Knowing.' You can see the illustrated version on their website but for those of you who just want the words, here they are.
I almost saw a fortune teller today
only a wall between us.
Between me and her,
the future and I.
A plasterboard representation of the barrier that keeps me held back,
suspended here.
As others have their fortunes told I sit.
As doors are opened into and towards untouchable things I wait.
Nothing but now crammed into my pockets.
Later, as I sit in bed I consider what I could have seen.
With the lights off, the smell of clean hair fills the dark,
knotting itself around bedposts and door handles.
And I lay
thinking about what she may have said and
how I would have tied one end of strings to each of the stories
and the other to my wrists
allowing them to pull me into tomorrow
carried by the wind
and the weightlessness of knowing what is waiting there.
