Poem By Anji Carter
Don't move too fast, I mustn't.
I might explode.
I might cascade a thousand, million shooting stars into the daytime sky,
Disturbing 'Nature', as she relaxes on the soft pillows of her afternoon clouds.
I am so full!
Waterfalls plummet into swirling pools, frothing and foaming.
White horses stampede outward to an ever widening ocean,
And I am in a nutshell,
Tossed in the fermented sweat that rolls from 'Nature's' brow.
She forces me back up, no evasion then it seems,
But where on Earth did I put my wings?