Clouds off Mount Madonna

I.

I am so connected to the Earth. 

My body can feel you, even from the sky. 

Up in this sail-fish, we leap through haze...

II.

Moon set salmon pink into the fire Pacific night. 

I give all words and thoughts of words to the stars and the molten core. 

I am terrified to let go of this old bag of skin. 

Wings push from my spine. 

From these old wells, the scorn of lovers, that old sadness, I float above you and hear them. 

It is just another escape from the rising sun. 

With spirit hands I cannot see 

I sense into entirety —

Ocean of clouds.