mywhere

the sky is a basin and the birds are fish

we are looking up, looking down into it

pockets of people peppering this grassy hill

I imagine earth deciding to stop pulling everything close

and letting us all go

we would fall and swim together, flailing at first

but then we could accept it and fly with the fish

I’d like for the air to be sucked from my lungs

when we reach high enough

and I’d like for my why to be separated from my where

and I’d like for my matter to be tossed away

it was a space suit that allowed me to walk on earth

but earth walking never I wanted

-november 2021