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Paul Batchelor (b. 1977) has received several awards for his poetry including an Eric Gregory...
Grasp this: it doesn't matter if the rasp
of bark to palm is second nature or
if this is your first time, there are
no experts: ash or oak, the look of bole
or canopy means nothing till you throw
yourself off balance, wrap
your feet around the branch you hold
and from that new perspective see
how the world hangs: head over heels
it all floods back to a heart
that won't forget vertigo's bloodrush
nor come down when they call.
from The Sinking Road (Bloodaxe Books, 2008), © Paul Batchelor 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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