Monday, January 4, 2016

pilot in the grass

identity stood
a tall shadow with arms outstretched
you, an airplane, no spinning
(remember when you used to
fall, dizzy, laughing and swinging
into the grass)
identity focused
a serious gaze on the outline
that both lengthened and shortened
at will and in time
and with the same deep gleeful source
took off--
and was remade.

~

RNH