by Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 1 February 2022
Eggshells narrowly escape
feet awkwardly crash between
And the load shouldered
precious, fragile, teetering
New terrain, strangely familiar
strange turns
through pit holes and trenches
gradually climbing
A torch for the feet
a necessary comfort
The direction unknown
just press on up
The terrain is rugged
But the load shouldered
precious, fragile, balanced
Is not shouldered alone
