You are thin
Of fuschia skin
Round rose-pinking
All squint-high
Soaring
Your tight cheeked thinness
A drawn down struggle
Of my embattled
Puff hard
Breaths.
Steel cloud
Turned aside
By sky-bowl clearness
You carry
Giftings
The circled sheepish sorrys
Of births and handfasts
Rings and weddings
Proposals, then
Prayers.
Hard-held
In the reflecting
Our many little lives
All shown in satin
Siding,
You are tight bunched
Wish-high helium
All laughter
Tears and
Grief.
I know you
I live you;
You seek the burn oblivious
Hard-strived for
Heaven
Without strings,
Limits broken
You are
Wildling
Star-skied.
I watch
Wishing only
Free unbroken journeys
Dizzying in glory
May you be dazzled
And forever wondrous
Earth circling,
Spinning
Sun high.
I cry you
Unthinking
A prayer composed
Perhaps of heartbeats
As I ask a thousand gods and
Demons
For boon and bond
Do not end;
Unfalling
Eternal – hold.
To disallow
To ban
Any earth-fall pinprick
And make the bang-held death
Verboten;
Balloon being another word
For survival
Or even
Hope.
