GIVE TO GET

consciousness creates

        being-being

creates consciousness

RECAPTURING MEMORY

Did I grip the mobile staircase and my
mother's hand, looking up to the massive 

steel bird, asking myself how will it stay up?

Shaking with fear, she heard and felt me.
she held me, our minds and hearts en-
twinned. my mother and I had a special
bond to this day I can't explain? 

Two sick bags later the plane taxied and I was 
kneeling on the back seat of a taxi watching 
the hills of Antrim. The poem has fallen just like 
the plane and taxied on this runway into its 
own form so, it must be true, the words merged 

to find this form like a poem within a poem.