Yo-yo
Yo-yo - Siobhan Harvey
Yo-yo
If propelled forwards,
its power to bridge
the gap between us
might strike you
as unusual.
If so, let it
erase your memory
of my hard-shelled silence,
of the words
I’ve left dangling
in mid-air.
Let it do anything
you ask of it –
walk the dog,
play handcuffs,
lie patiently on its back,
not a ripple of despair.
Unlike me,
you’ll find you can
tug its heart-strings,
can make it trip
head-over-heels
for your charms.
But remember,
it can turn too,
whirling through space
towards you like
an off-the-cuff comment,
a clenched fist,
a bullet.
from Lost Relatives (Steele Roberts, New Zealand, 2011), © Siobhan Harvey 2011, used by permission of the author. Poet’s private recording 2011.