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
poem by Jim Hogg
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