Sally Dellow
Why do I distract,
Reflect,
Refract,
Keep myself on the move, so
Everyone else has to react?
To be more exact,
Why won’t I stay still and just be —
Be me —
Simply let them see
Through the smoke and mirrors,
Kaleidoscopes and prisms,
The warpaint and the red nose?
Who knows, maybe I’ll find they like me —
Simply me.
Sally Dellow
Filed under : EDITION : The Fifty Shrinking Years