Locating myself…(poem)

Map of Inquiry
The Map of Inquiry

Locating myself.
A metal ball – visiting or bouncing? in the pinball machine
of choosing–
it is mating season, after all.
The ball rolls down, slows, then kisses off a bumper
sometimes it pauses for a moment, testing gravity
feeling for magnetism
connection…
then drops off, strikes another place,
or is flipped back to the starting point by the
realisation there is more to look at
no rest until it catches the “bard-hole”
That’s the problem with being round.

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