Terror (The Making of a Pole Vaulter)
he was
….. a big
fucking guy
& we danced
around
his
rage
careful
not to set
him off
& it kept
us crazy
like cats
in a t-storm
& one day
i got
. loose
…. running
in my forest
.. a kind bird
of circumstance
handed me
a shaft
of pink
. white
light
to reach for
…. the angels
out there
who imagined
me flying
north beach
by Jim Bell
from Landing Amazed
Lily Pool Press 2010