are like sails
They pick up all
the codes
From dolphins leaping
freely
Right in front of me
brought
Like a frog a fly
out of the sky,
A cloud production factory
now
With a springtime's worth
of negative ions
To remind me where I've been
How much I needed
A lot of rain
to bloom so profuse
In such vivid purples
the lupines
And behind the veiled
cigar that
Throws off spray
of 12-strand DNA
It dares me to open to
the cold
Of empty wind
blowing every note
On my reed
that keens freely to its
Perfect pitch
of very unique.
It takes the lightest breath
no lung
As an accordion
but the forbidden
Of all but the pure
by one who has
Left behind all but that.
We are changing indeed,
the container
Ships cleaned of children
and advanced
Gyroscopes put in place
and no one can
Pretend anymore
that Catalina's still here
Just obscured
by the day's condensation.
It has lifted like a ship,
asked to navigate
Different timelines,
multiple realities.
It is OK to let ours bend,
I finally say,
Still I see the melting mirror
as a threat
But those feelings,
like grief, get less
And less the more I enter
the discomfort
Of not knowing how
it will end
Or why it was done
in the first place,
The island of knowing
gleams in the distance.
It no longer has relevance
when dolphins
Come this close to us,
to show how we are
Really finally ready
to be blessed.
