This is one of my favourite of the poems I've written. It's hard to explain what it means; I think it is about being afraid of what the future may bring. The feelings I describe are, though somewhat bizarre, real.

Can you feel that?
These paths twisting
From my heart
Grey spirals curling
Out into the landscape.

I could fall
Fall down one of those ways
Disappearing into hills
Into the silence.

Can't you see them?
They're bursting forth
I can hear them.

           Hush, you say.
           There's nothing there.
           You're dreaming again.

Place your hand
On my heart
Can't you hear it?

They're bursting forth
Paths curling around
my wrists.

A kiss on my forehead.

            Hush,
            you say.
            You're dreaming again.