SHORTER
WITHOUT A NET
You
can do it!
That's
the voice I want to hear
with
me stepping out into space
from
the branch of a tree
onto
the roof of your house
I
know you're in there although
there's
no doors or windows
I
just need the small voice
to
stir me on
all
these years thinking trusting
waiting
for that permission
to
fly slowly by like a comet
give
me my mission statement and
three
days or so to get off my ass
ah
the roof tops
slippery
in March
when
the cherry blossoms fall it's like
stepping
into heaven
with
the green leaves in their infant ways
unfolding
watching it all go down
it’s
touch and go up here on the ridge
smoke
curling out of the chimney
somebody's
in I know it though there's
no
stairs no rooms no furniture only
a
space called home and a vibration inside
that
sounds like yes
I
should have been listening long before now
but
this is it
with
the fall
all
in my mind after all
perspective
rushing at me like the ground
still
frozen in some back country hollow
that's
got my name on it
I
should know better
I've
played cat to this tune before
landed
on all fours keeping my knees
bent
my arms outstretched thinking
of
Leonardo and the Wright brothers
and
our long line of flight attendants
real
and imaginary
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