From now on there will be tombs made of moss,
mirrors made of mud, cityscapes of cakes
and ale rising from calico skies,
cataracts dubbed with sun.
I will not wait for rainbows.
I am wary of dreams adrift with dust,
so I dig my hands in the sand,
sift through glass and grain, this
and that, yin and yang.
I’m tired of hollow reflections, horizontal lines.
All my life I have wanted to tame mountains,
ride rivers and hop trains bound for cherry trees.
I have already raised children, climbed walls,
swung far and wide from speckled fronds.
I have loved like Sappho.
I have done all I have had to do.
Let there be ecdysis. Let me shed these layers
and see what lies beneath.
So long, lateral. Let me leap.
