BOUNCING


Sometimes you do not feel
Like bouncing
Land with a splat and lie
Compressed
Airless, flat, no rebound.

On half days you plop back
Enough to roll
Slowly depart the point
Of impact
To comfort of shadows

In high times you drop
Expecting
The bounce to bring you back
To the top
All laughter and smiles

The dream is of the day
You fly up
Higher than the descent
Suspended
Never to plummet down


* G W Colkitto says “I write prose and poetry. I have had short stories in the Ranfurly Review and have published two poetry anthologies. I'm also a director of Read Raw Ltd and we have a site through which we hope to promote creative writing in Scotland.” www.readrawltd.co.uk