Tanned like an alligator and then carried onto
another elevator and flown to an outpost and
remembered like a snip of newspaper.
We pray and then fail, rise and then shake,
grin and then reappear in a mirror next to the
mistake we made last year…
Who does not remember the dark room, come
here and tell me you don’t – that you’ve been
OK since the last day you felt all right.
Swim mind and climb arm and enjoy soul and
smile heart and spin eye and sound mouth
and feel hand and dance body, now or never…
The semblance and coherence of your ideas
could gain credence, but how, when the king
dines on and chews the legs of creation?
Better the night air, and the magnolia petal
and your own ruminations – who will you be
in the morning when the king is still sleeping?
You are at your best as your best and already
who you will be in a thousand years, why wait
for the tornadoes to turn you over and over?