Blue house dropped out of the sky
Sculpture of a giant fish jumping from snow
There’s a lake at the top of the mountain that’s all light
Golden angel sitting on a mailbox, legs crossed
So what if the wind of prophecy’s long blown away?
How many mountains will God hang over our heads
before we can read the Torah of sky?
Is the family name on the mailbox really “Flood”?
Is that wind or an oncoming car?
The crows scream as much as they want
The clouds are a herd of animals walking in slow motion
The sky a silent film
My hood flutters
The sun stands straight in its forever
Sound of footsteps in the mud
Mist swirling down the hill
Is it the spirits?
How did they find me here?
They disappear over the edge
A creeping in air
Wind: in me, not in me
Cold, hot, leg, snow
Now they’re walking through me
Silent high five
And what about the body?
Filter of sky
Machine full of clouds
What about the presence best online casino on the cellular level?
Electrons spin in the sun
Earth’s crust wobbles
The sky lays it all out: road under my feet
Whose footsteps are those?
Is that my body at the top of the hill?
These are the trees taking notes on their boughs
These are the houses scattered on the hill
This is the town that still thinks it’s Christmas
Where it snows in spring
Where my body walks beside me
And the spirits huddle in the hood of my jacket
This is the earth from where I can see it