I’m a catherine wheel, a crackling fire, I’m …

 

 

... an ascending swift, a snowcapped climb,

I pirouette on alpine peaks,

plunge breathless, goosebumped into swirling seas,

cartwheel naked through shapely sand dunes,

run hoodless, grinning in the unrelenting rain.

 

No muted rainbow, nor brown mottled moth;

Subtle shades of nice are never enough.

 

I have confronted, then crumbled in my own abyss,

I can walk with a lover beyond his precipice.

But life is still a celebratory dance.

This I know.  Happiness turns on a simple chance,

And it’s the movement not the standing still

That’ll take you to the top of the hill.

 

While in silent solitude nature presides,

Spirits still speak with me on wild lakesides.