Monotype Lesson # 1

We close our eyes
to see

First,
a womb-like cavern

Then
the spark of life
in the distance

with our measured breath

exhale,
we cast for light

inhale,
we reel in inspiration

thus casting and reeling
we re-dance the days
of Gloucestermen
before us

later
she stands
like the Man at the Wheel
rolling the pressing bed
to and fro

later still
the seagulls scream
at the alleyway
dumpster
beneath the studio
and I am back
in the present
tense

Ann-Patrice Hickey