Poem: Wild or Tame

 

Wonder

that is what drove me bare-footed 

and eventually dead

the fog came in,

drove my spirit 

out of my body.

It was enough to make my mother cry, 

enough for father to worry

enough to understand the mad-man's laughter. 

I drowned twice. 

A part of the circus is

losing my title of British Big Sister 

spilling guts out of a small cut 

on a phone call across the Atlantic.

Building what I lost 

with fragments so small,

put together they shimmer and glint

like stone rubbed with grit.