Like wires wriggle and explode into a dance
writhing snakes in a cabinet finding their place
in the maze of things, this creation of Dr Strange
a cosmic game of darts of the hand of a watcher
you work it out yourself at the side of an ocean
lost in pockets of leisure and taken by the wind
into the cloud to swirl and dance slowly air
rushing through strands of gold and your
figure slows as a toe touches the sand
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry