Travel Log: A Savvy Poem

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

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