Finding the cracks
I needed to find the edges
of myself, prise a little
let some daylight in
It’s only when touched
that we know
of ourselves, where our skin stops
where our self ends
I'm posting another poem from Heading North, partly because I hadn't gotten organised enough to get a poem off anyone else, but also because I had a wee launchy afternoon tea celebration for it on Saturday. It was kind of fun to do a wee reading in my own lounge, which, with the doors to the dining room open, and the dining table removed, becomes quite a large space. Maybe I should host poetry readings ...?
'Finding the cracks' isn't really a very typical poem in the book - most of them are longer and more narrative. But this is kind of the non-narrative heart of it - the emotional story I guess.
Anyway, you'll find more Tuesday poems over here: http://tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com/, check them out.