I sway with the wind sock\u2019s arrow.
\nI move with the dance of a mime,
\nfollowing the invisible lead of the wind.
\nA tethered wing.
\nThe breeze is such a good dancer.
\nI should have joined it before
\nand not been a wallflower
\nwaiting for an invitation.
\nLast night I raised my arms
\nto the sky,
\nto hold hands with heaven.
\nI listened to the thunder of a storm
\nlast week,
\nand pounded a drum in front of me.<\/p>\n
It did not matter that the drum
\nwas imaginal.
\nThat I smiled at a sky without lips,
\nthat rain was a waterfall,
\nand that flowers bloom at midnight
\nas bright as they do in sun.
\nI love the walls of shade,
\nthe new mirrors polished in a shower,
\nrocks with infinite angles and fissures,
\nthe elastic ribbons of time.
\nThe vespers of praying mantises,
\nof which two make a home with me.
\nThat the earth\u2019s books are three
\ndimensional,
\nand that some day
\nI will evaporate and become fog,
\nbelonging to everything
\nand never be lonely.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I sway with the wind sock\u2019s arrow. I move with the dance of a mime, following the invisible lead of the wind. A tethered wing.…<\/p>\n