Sunday, 22 December 2013


Curled up in sleep, your coccyx
calls cuckoo to me, but
which way to go? Upwards,
along the stepping stones of your spine
to that nexus of nerves in your neck?
Or down into your dark heart,
past the fruit of last night into the
fresh taste of this morning?

1 comment:

  1. I had to look up what a coccyx is it makes more sense. :)