by Nicola Geddes, Ireland
Unharness your two beasts Ambition and Anxiety from your chariot Unharness yourself from all electronic devices You will not be followed Did you look, did you see the tree tops career above you in an ecstasy of elements, smell the damp brown leaves under your feet? Did you witness yourself in the middle of all this rejoicing And all this decay? Or are you still stooped under the weight of your expectations? See the grey clouds skitter across a yellow sky See the fat bluebottle climb the window again See the oceans who have carried our ships on their backs and from whom the feast was delivered See the oceans Rise up No-one is watching