Published: 11 January 2025

where is superman

what does superman do when no one needs him
who is superman when he isn’t with us
where is superman when he isn’t here

does superman always have heat vision and only plays it cool
if he sees more colours than us what colours are we
when superman sees us, are we brighter, or do we lack density

do we appear transparent because superman’s X ray vision is always on
if superman’s nearby and uses his superpowers do we experience side effects
when superman walks with us, is he actually flying really low

if superman hears sounds from far away as well as nearby
do we sound loud or quiet, closer or further away
does he hear less or more, or more or less when we are in his presence

if we dream of flying are we like superman or just pretending
when we wish to be invulnerable is superman an object lesson
we don’t understand the consequences of what we want

when superman thinks faster better smarter than us
are we more or less like him; can we really comprehend
who superman is when we meet him, know if he is not there

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Bike Night

Bike Night

Twin beat of tire spokes braid night air
into set of rapids a canoe would fall upon.
Creases of energy propel me deliriously
forward, folds of force comfortable as pillows,
wells of gravity like muscles from beneath.
My legs pound the circle of bicycle pedals
through night soft as sweater, dark, brilliant,
a night when you feel buoyant, lucky

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Not about being first.
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in the name of privilege and wealth.

Valour defines its arena one way:
deny fate, envisage what should be.

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I will swim again

I will swim again

Today, I pretend everything is fine.
The lake is calm, weather hot,
the great blue water stretches
to kiss the wide blue sky uninterrupted,
and the lake beckons,
spreads its arms wide, says,
“Swim with me,
“Remember.”

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