betwixt hard sound

weighing the possibility
of violence
i invariably chooses
peace
do i not

tip toe tip toe
         tip toe
clackety clack
sounds stepping back
on top
as I revert to
form and ducklike
quack
henlike
cluck

in actual fact
the space between cognition
and utter inability to grasp
whatever it is
or may have been
is a chuckle's width
abreast a broken hearted
sigh
two cocks vying
to out crow the morning
sun

i go round the mute
that i would become
had i the grace to accept
the life I freely chose
had i the wit
to slip effortlessly
betwixt the pavement
gaps in my no  not that
nor that
nor that either
   nor that
or that  you know
until in the end
i lets go
and things revert to
unimpeded
untrammelled
what can only be described as
 flow

and still
i fails to pin the tail
on the pig
not for want
of i-ing
me-fully

baa
a sheep in fold i gaze
out and dream
of wolves and sweet
serendipity
in my field of consyllabic
clover

end
as you began
weighing possibility
  the
violently
if you please
rosalind