it’s okay to waver
don’t divert your attention
alight on your desire and walk in that direction
as simple as a child
at cross purposes with myself
desire is a collapsible tent
a parachute to play beneath
a lark on the ground
– – –
no words can clear the treeline
i’m a still image
tessellating towards the horizon
running from my chiron
a sun flower numbered in jumps
geometric one, one, two
a mandala in sand
a picture of me and you
a subtle opening
in the trees
a lesser density
of leaves
a dappled path
a reprieve
an open step
a lighter breath
i know there are strange attractors
there must be singularities
i am stretched across time and space
toward something i cannot see or hear or taste
– – – – – – –
the stars can orient us
but don’t tell us where to go
the whales know their place in the ocean
the birds know their place in the skies
but knowing where to swim
and knowing where to fly
comes from within, beyond, before
they find no question in it
why should we?