Spinney winney
Swimming, strimming through the water or air
It doesn’t matter
This strange creature defies existence, refuses structure
It lives its life through imagination and sheer determination
Poof, woof, whirrrrrl
It’s as if it discovers new parts as its shimmies along
A myriad of movements and alternative accoutrements
Blobbity blob, bob, flob.
It does have its bad points
A bulbous body, half worm, half slug, with devilish eyes and a laconic view
Flutter, flutter, putt, putt
Ting ting weeeeeee!
But there are always other ways and modes of passage
It occupies a space which is mutable and free
Slipping away at a hint of definition
Teleporting effortlessly through space, time and meaning
