.. with another reworking from Catalogue 25. All in the name of practice!
Upon the movable earth
It's the hole in the road that does it,
makes him test the ground at rest.
It seems firm like before but he can no longer know
the impact of his weight or the weight
of the sky. He clings to the fence that holds
him back from falling in; pulls slowly on the reigns
his mum holds with one clenched fist.
A revelation like this takes time to settle. It will be years
before he remembers the fury of his own ignorance;
how he cast it off with the tethers
which no longer held sway tied to anything
upon the movable earth.