If I Should Spin This World Around Upon A Turning Wing Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

If I should spin this world around upon a turning wing,
And look across the ocean towards the southern sun,
Then piece by piece displace the stars and to the heavens sing,
The land will roll to meet me and we shall be as one.
And as the way doth open up to show us all its worth,
Spanning 'cross the curves of her horizons rising breast,
Over gold savannahs where the dew doth feed the earth,
Migrating through the tameless jungle in my sore unrest,
I'll pause again when once I find where melting ice doth spring,
And once refresh'd, I'll sleep a while to let my spirits mend,
And ponder on the fact that this world so slowly passing,
Is revolving as a wheel to complete our journeys' end.

(CBB Sept 2011)