Jane Muir
Diskinetic CP
Legs jerk and kick
Arms flail
A bird shut in a room
Crashing into glass
Voices entreating
Relax! Calm down!
Like coiled springs his limbs
fight, resist
smash the tail of the tiger.
Only a wild run over moors,
a marathon would do,
the role perhaps, of a swan
in Swan Lake.
Instead only music brings stillness
And sleep brings (for now) release.