Saturn Return

image borrowed from tess kincaid

saturn return


Not much of a bungee-jumper,
I no longer fly free-form
but play a black orbit,

take a rain check on heights,
find myself a patron
in the daily grind
of coffee and the news.

Till one day, my muse
taps me on the shoulder,
says in a dyslexic whisper,

"Hey self, wake up!
It's dark and light together;
it's still morning, in the whole
scheme of things."

Now, suddenly, I'm a chess piece
that can go around corners,
a king who breaks free
of the one-step-at-a-time routine.

I find the game book on the shelf,
reread the facts of life,
then tell myself
I'm not afraid of falling.


Tess Kincaid
October, 2011


Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
Listed as #7 over on Magpie Tales 86