A surprise a twist a leap.
That’s all you have to do.
Stay with it half asleep
in the pouch of a kangaroo.
Too long the feet too large.
Jumping out of bed.
Turn your ankle on the charge
and trip over your head.
Get up and reach for the ceiling.
You’re in a nine by ten.
It could be a feeling of wheeling.
Who’s to tell where from when?
But the glory is in the hop.
Born again or not
you’ve been carried for a ride.
Once again in darkness reside.
Pray to come out with huge feet.
To leap in bounds not to retreat.
In a warm place to sniff and retire.
Shape of the body with wings of desire.