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Sport 24: Summer 2000

Turned Earth, the Stitches in My Arm

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Turned Earth, the Stitches in My Arm

A position of some sophistication, a deft thread,

Was pursuing my attention, my eyes ploughed
Up through the reasoning in the roof of my brains
& Before I knew it, zing, swish, something slid
Through my hands & the car bust off the road
Like a button from a shirt.

The seatbelt flinched back, cowering from
A hysteria of movement hard against my ribs.
In, out, back, forth, the car, like a machine-needle,
Wound & carved a panic
Down the bank of a hillside. Dust settled

To earth in the darkness, I didn't take it in.
My previous thoughts were ruffling, collecting
Themselves & draping the background of this new
Perspective: the windscreen faced the sky
Like a turned paddock, broken, rugged.

There was Sirius, huffing itself up an ulcer, red &
Blue, its efforts wasted on the planets, the relaxed
Glory of the planets. Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn,
They lay arched, a seam in space, hugging a curve;
For a second the distance between us

Seemed comprehensible. Those massive accidents
Of matter, parked awkwardly in the depths
Of a vast roadside, coolly dragging through reels
Of time, they were sites, discernible locations,
Pin-marks in a measured pattern.

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& Although they quickly distanced themselves
From me, dissolving like the stitches in my arm,
They remained as seeds within my chest, rows
Hemming-in my heart, sewing alarm thinly,
Quietly fraying & gathering in.