i like the way i have two ways to fall; being safe,

i am blessed like that. and the welcomes i receive

from windows that open, envelop me in warm mists

that spread by midday and leave my arms free

for embracing both. like balloons, tied lightly (but tied freely),

i float from here to here and under warm and cold

currents, in free airs that trace your cheeks and

trace your closed lids, for me to imagine, over and over.

i feel freed by love from the four corners, for i need

the wind and wet skies that frown down so that

i can bend over backwards to please and taste the rain