Now

I'm looking for the perfect

passage, a safe, sound

jettison to now.   

 

All week long I'm trying

to figure what's keeping

my feet fastened to this

spinning space ball,

congratulating myself on

balancing at such speeds.

 

Still,

sometimes I want to dance

above solidity, get

giddy in the cosmos,

know a daisy, the pale

blue vein that disappears

on its way to your wrist.

 

I want to swing out

on the trapeze of our words,

dangling upside down,

catch hands

at that moment,

feel moving weight

lift us,

and letting go,

stand.