TAKING FLIGHT for Kate You still have that energy I have lost, do not possess now any more. You'll commandeer an exhibition space and spend the weekend talking to strangers and an audience you've summoned through the internet, by word-of mouth, friends of friends or those who might be interested. You follow your own inner path, the line of your eye, the map I have lost. It gets you nowhere, gets you noticed, gets me every time. Your life is pinned to the wall, a work in progress. Birds peck into your head and heart, then take flight above this dirty Cornish town. © Rupert M Loydell