Pivot
By Nikki Gemmel
Published 1 January 2021
Where I come from
there is an architecture
not of buildings
But of the sky.
The land is my cathedral.
The city is a dog lead
to my world
Forever reining me in;
holding me in
Obeyance.
I need a skinful of
new air
The sun’s palm warm on my
back
Air that is home.