Kathleen Condon – 1 poem




Today I mow green pastures,

scatter manure to dust

and keep my mown rows edge to edge.

I anticipate the turn at the fence, the moment

I’ll accelerate and lean in to that arc,

momentum’s sweet spot.

When I watch bicyclists

in traffic, I know what they feel

by the slant of their shoulders,

the tilt of their heads as they join the flow.


When did I first encounter this sensuous thrill?

Did I lean in to the shape of my mother’s womb

to ride her morning rising, a bauble

in the ocean swirls beneath her ribs?

 In the wake of another turn,

I think of swimming laps

and the flip at the wall, that push

that wreathes a curl of water at the neck.

Seals must relish their supple trajectories.

Hummingbirds careen as if joy incarnate.

A flock of gray doves lifts

from the adjacent pasture and swerves midair—

a boomerang rising on silver light.

I circle once and then again, this inclination

more about being, rather than creating, the curve.




Kathleen Condon

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at

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