• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 01


from dawn to twilight
friends and foe alike
deride my lack of height

mocking suspended legs
that never shared
their quick-sand surfaces
          of seated

as I hear – I too, smirk
at feet dangling secrets
‘they’: will never unearth

joy, that finds me unperturbed
                               swivelling – free,

slaloming effortlessly
                     within whimsy’s breeze