It’s because you become
foetus at the funfair –
whirling, whooping
through a jungle
of chlorine and pickled
Mediterranean blue.
Because you realise
it’s enough to be
a ferris wheel of armlegarmleg
motored by turtle brain.
Because for a moment
you could even be Him,
the Lord of Tillai,
birthing, juggling,
slaying universes
in an inspired mayhem
of limb and lust.
Because deep within your seashell heart
you hear it again,
the oceanic roar
that reminds you
that it’s happening
right now.
Life is here.