A call to spaciousness, to
space that looms between –
opening outward and upward
like the lotus and the lily,
a hand written invitation
to all of love’s names
in its fluid multiplicitous
roaming in the forlorn emptiness
between the luminous stars,
the planets and all of the un-named
spheres of plasma and gold –
breathing, in the soft exhale
that meets the gasp
of your inhalation –
flying, on those imperceptible gusts
that guide the monarch
to unforseen landings –
hiding, in the hypen –
that line that joins
and separates the noise
from the silence –
each, the space that holds
the possibility of the other,
and finally, living –
in the body’s razed desires
to inhabit the world
and to be inhabited
by nothing less than
the infinite promise of
the ellipsis…
an indwelling of it all,
of the and, and, and,
of a lively and radiant universe
that never stands still.
Throw me to the sky 