First experience of Qi Kung
Your bare left foot kisses the grass goodbye
and rises ten thousand feet
into sunshine and silence. Far below
traffic still drones, birds chatter,
time still runs too fast.
Your upturned sole advances, proud
as a Zulu warrior; your raised right palm
holds no assegai but declares: Stop!
Make way: this footfall belongs to ME.
A gilded insect validates the triumph.
But now your heel sinks tenderly
into the shivery dew, a softened hand
lowers with utmost care through
the rarefied air, trying not to
wake it from its baby-sleep.
Meanwhile, right foot, left hand
have begun their journey to claim
the next yard of experience.
You are dignified and daft
as a hen. You can be here any time.
Stevie Krayer
Lampeter, Wales, UK
Disasters Emergency Committee
Stevie Krayer
Lampeter, Wales, UK
Disasters Emergency Committee
