There are sides to me

I was not aware of

sides that star~tle me

like an owl swooping from

a splin / tered barn door

exposing what was

a sanctuary

to a light

so dazz-a-ling

and extreme

for long moments

nothing can be seen

sides that shock me

I am a child

an adult

in one body

music  poetry nature

find me gasping

in all the ways

when first


seeping into neurons





poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012


One comment on “Sides

  1. Laurie Kolp says:

    I really like your poetry.

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