The Big Throw
I knew a thrower once
A burly mind that knew flight
His life hemmed in by nowhere streets
and a double helix legacy that left him
enslaved by break-out opportunities:
the silence that fell as he stepped
into a pedestalled circle
into foreshortened distance and time
where impossibles faltered
I could taste it when he said
“I really believed I could throw it
clean out of the park and over the rooftops”
I followed a crystallised vision
Into his limitless sky
a thousand times further than gravity granted
and he went on believing.
I saw it in stone archways
in ancient scripts in hotel bedrooms
in an endless blur of kneeling to symbols
and crawling from under
the dusty rubble of dreams
