I unravel myself and,
stretched out,
feeling full,
I traverse the River Humber,
leaving my beginning
where part of me began,
in Grimsby,
and my middle, over the other side in Yorkshire.
In Yorkshire, I converse with the sheep,
abandoning the skies of Hull –
the old ladies in their tower-top traps –
to rattle out a verse about the even toes of ungulates.
I settle, in a stone cottage,
and, feeling myself u n r a v e l l i n g more,
wonder where next, I might end up, to
begin again.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
Image by Claire Boyles from Pixabay
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