no gravity

creature of air grounded on earth wondering about this thing called gravity held in his heart the knowledge of flight is urgent up on the cliff top leaning into the gale he feels the rush uphold him deep in a dream a twitch of fingers though the air is calm he can rise he leaves … Continue reading no gravity

forty days (in the cup of my hands)

did you walk your forty days was the desert dry did the sand blow stings and whispers your camels did they know the dunes they crossed did they bawl and bray as though all reason was awry perhaps they knew me first for I held you forty dirty days and I held you forty drying … Continue reading forty days (in the cup of my hands)