Selfie

A Poem

Photo by Adam Birkett on Unsplash

The anthem of the watched
Is danced upon the skin,
The light sting of hairs lifted,
Twisting and turning, dervishes
On burning sand, ice dancers
Half-poised to plummet.
To watch yourself is to live alight,
Electricity crawling from vein to vein,
Cell to cell, hair to hair,
Caught between leaping and falling.