A Human Parting 9 December 2010 Bristol

A human parting
Space between
Still point
Frozen solid, cast in rock
Stretching across this line,
I am a little piece of flesh hanging from a meet hook,
I am the still point in the middle of my crutches.
Supported by strong hard metal, I pivot swing and lurch
I dance now, I dance before,
I wait
millions of micro atoms pulse inside so lightly they are not felt, so faintly they are not seen
Presumed dead
Little soft cobweb funnels tucked into the hedge capturing and killing.
A series of accidents
Still, solid, cold, unseen movement beyond my reach