in envy my mother often lamented
'if you drop me on my head
I will always land on my feet'
between dropping landing flip life realities
there are histories of drama veiled untold
a cat twists bodily contorts to opposite poles
because empty neutral air offers no resistance
flip simultaneously top tail in opposite directions
body flexed twists to land upon our own feet
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem