EVERYWHERE
everything is moving
and we
are moving with it
takes you by surprise
doesn’t it
to find there is
no still point
and this poem:
you think it is on
the page, on the screen
of this you may
be certain but actually it isn't
the words are, yes indeed
the words are but the poem isn't
it’s location is unspecified
somewhere betwixt
and between will leave you to find, discover exactly where
for I must fly
by metaphor and
transport


