Dipping

Not a chance here –
in the land of the
midnight sun
I am going to find you –
you of the black leg
gull-like presence
beat of your own
wings lifting
m-shaped
over and over

The lust for
freedom is
everywhere
even an earwig
curled in the lettuce
will escape with
an imperceptible
breath

Sometimes you just
have to miss
that connection – ball
to bat
to make the hit
all the sweeter
Sometimes it isn’t
about the win
sometimes it is
the effort
that counts

Summer 2024