When barriers break
Chains become a conduit
To the other side
Thermometer calls the shots these days,
and when He sanctions motion,
your frozen form
shakes off stupor
and snaps out of suspended animation,
It’s business as usual –
Thermometer’s meteoric fall
puts you back
It’s hard to imagine being frozen solid one moment, and creeping around the next – but with temperature fluctuations come mini miracles, when you are an insect… What a resilient race, to unashamedly seize each and every moment of favourable circumstances! Can I learn something from a bug?
It’s a long way down.
And it’s not the fall, but the collision with the ground
that stops life in its tracks
When You said ‘jump’,
I never asked how low I would go –
I was dreaming of soaring with eagles,
skimming cloudy surf,
orbits and stars.
But to jet to the moon,
I must take the fall,
trust that Your trajectory
will end at nothing less than You.
here I am –
beneath those delicate petals are ribs of steel,
whale-bone corsets to hold soul together
as the frosts gather like vultures to the kill.
Is this the flavour of determination?
I will drink of its bitter-sweet potion,
its brackish thickness,
if it means that
I can grow a backbone, too.