here is the beautiful place
transmuted by weather
rubbed down to stubble and stump

I am here
I can feel my body confidently absorbing air
dancing with the wherewithal

one can drink in words
and then drown
in their fierce pleasures

sometimes comes
a brief light hope
or the powder of love

last night a luna moth
came out of the dark to bash itself on my window
then the whatever-it-was pulled it back into the
night

to entertain another
who might take it for a metaphor sandwich
and open up the port

these are the broad stakes
it will get us all
don't be afraid