Feet Akimbo Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The waters danced
Then
Sate
Themselves
With feet akimbo.

The supple fount
That in the midst
Of the small lake
Of wonders lies
Fires its spouts
In anger-energy
Of the sub-conscious
Of the sub-conscious

The Dawn slow walked
With naked feet along
The yellow rocks
And plane
Of the lake-coast
And
mists
That sub-conscious go.

Life ticks
And
The heart beats!

Awhile
The waters danced
Then
Sate
Themselves
With feet akimbo
Full subconscious
Slow.