today I am

nearly weightless within myself



full of light

my flight pattern

shared with a man

and open

as he provides direction


perilous weight

the fall

today I am



stretched to the sky


in the fall

from contemplation

of self

the lion

today my first memory was

of myself

with my arms stretched around

the hot neck of a lion

he brought me great peace

as did I him

another day

today I have a sadness holding on to me

like heavy-feathered wings

i’ve not asked for

it will travel me

through my autonomy

also unwanted

as what I want is him

in my everydayness

touching me

looking into me that way he does

lightening the heaviness

of my being

because poets don’t always

have it right, do we

it is the weight

that is unbearable