(a children’s poem
inspired by the art
of Judith Clay)
I was once, you see,
a clockwork child
never understanding
all these pieces of me
Alone in a room
I couldn’t manage
to work, no matter
how many fixes I contrived
to my intricate damage
Until one day
I heard a peculiar sound
a roar and a squeak
from a lion I found
He was like me,
part whole and part wheel,
and he endeavored to see
beyond the difficulty, I feel
My trouble, he said
was staying at home in bed
wheels are for turning
and with the wind at our backs
we found our motion,
our own perfect paths
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