i speak from my bones. bone easy,
loose hinged, wet light spreading open for
language. light gives them form, so i
lift them toward the farthest suns and now,
i am speaking. what's your take on me, heaven?
take me for a moment at a time in a light lift,
my heels feel up with harmony
i am dancing ~ grief and boredom
float the surface of my skin in clean relief. leaves
balanced on watery flesh ~ motion joins them;
through repetition they become something
other than what they were. my body in outreach
drawing air back to itself, drawing, sketching with
breath flipping death over and back just one more
time a moment a time like a bird
surrendered to a winds upswirl.
i am the disappearing blades of
a spinning fan. planks becoming
a perfect, humming circle.