A Kick Of Light Poem by Martin TURNER

I am Supergirl. I throw back my cape
so that you may view the bathing suit within.
I rear up around a corner, life-size,
I materialise from a blank wall.

Before and after your lunch hour,
in between projects, out of hours,
you will always think of arms around you,
you will welcome my reminiscence.

In between the mystic’s flashes,
in the cracks of the hit parade
you will conceive – in a leap
of the imagination – me.

Innocent, myself, of all my meaning,
I make a permanent summons.
At the buffers, at the fire on the hill, at the cliff top
you will stare into space – and see me.

I do not tower over you.
I am discreet, my warmth always conveying
the necessity of someone
you don’t have to quarrel with.

I am meek and closer to you
than you are to yourself.
So like you, yet always a little different.
So different from you, yet the same.

Heads bob around us like jellyfish.
Stay calm. These are the musical curves
that the universe reads. My static tumbles forth
with all the definition of a joke.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t swim.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t dance.
Look on the rising and falling of my body
and submit to the cycles and patterns.

The sun rises over the lip of the ocean with the confidence
of the Kreutzer Sonata and Jupiter whirling.
Old men, tuned to the power chord, will sing
and apples gladden on the trees.

I am always there. It is a little kick of light
that engenders the pulse of glory.
Later I will police your dreams.
Nothing could be more ordinary.