When I found myself completely enclosed
A speck of carbon amidst the swaying trees
I looked to the darkness
to guide me to light.
On this night the
sky looked to me and I looked back
looking for you, my friend who had loved Sublimely as a tempest.
Even if I could command these elements, I
Would not be sure you had taken your place among the stars.
Once I leapt into the night
Cassiopeia behind me I
walked the path screaming of fire until I died of the cold.
The path arranged itself like a body
Arteries kneading through muscle and root and I
Took up an agreement with the sky to not
Arrive anywhere too quickly.
Sometimes I can swear that there is a glint
In the distance, and just looking at it
feels like sinking into the sarovar. The sky winks to me
At this locus, this center of my expression
This hand, these palms, these pines–
Hoarding light and filtering it just for me.
And as I met myself amongst the willows I was
asleep but unslept
Paralysed by beauty and unable
to cultivate my garden.
Moving throughout this place as if it were a system designed
To slow the pulse,
The ground underneath my feet
Pulling me every which way,
As if it has forgotten how to code for ‘stop’:
I will return, but morphed. But:
It’s okay, because so will you.
