A Nano-Flutter's Grace Poem by Diana van den Berg

Tonight, now,
in joyous rebellion,
I will shake my hair loose
and pluck
a lightning flash
to wrap my spirit
in the pulse of
thunder-drums
and poetry colours
and slow-soaked peace,
and I will twirl them
around my fingers
and my shoulders
like an untamed, rainbow scarf
and I will dance them
barefoot on cool, wet grass
... till the white thunder dies
... and the clock ticks again
... and the work shouts
my name.

(31 October 2006)