i had spent years already
in doing edges
those neat pieces that line up
so well. that sense of achievement
and something quickly coming together.
i’d sorted them
so carefully. they fitted
together beautifully and
i was beginning to be
pleased. the frame is there
it’s just the filling in
to be done, so i began
on the blue. and i worked
on the blue. and the more blue
i worked on, the more there became
and the oranges and apples began
to roll out of the pockets of who i was
and would not be coerced
as they scattered my neatly formed edges,
threw up pieces of sky
rolled across the floor
dared me to be
so free.

28 March 2003