Route Around

by Phoebe Thomson

Round in my own round
not in the centre
sounding
pounding
down my own road.

No eroding
my round route
I’m not a worn-down
stone.

Not ground
to grinds
on ground.

I am my own
road round
the worlds.
I’m hurled
my own way round.

I soar,
my sound resounds
throughout
my pounding path
of sky, cloud, loud.

I go round
on my own route.

My sound
resounds.