Poles apart

In Natalie’s head
there are two poles
though neither
North
nor South

she magnetises animals
and can stand
in levitation
on skateboards, manhole covers,
dustbin lids
if they can be found

I once saw her push a car aside
and the child lived

but she wouldn’t touch us
ever
she wouldn’t touch us

I remember when I lost
the sparked sight of her
spinning and dancing over the glimpsed wires
of pylons marching North, my North

everything became a shade or so darker
only for us
and she shares, as ever
her light