Where Only the Hungry Can Follow
You perceive the sky before you
when you perceive me, my body,
a wide breathless place of light.
We don’t so much fly as shake off
our skins and tumble up.
We’ve always been ready to lift
our feet from this earth, to bind
ourselves with wind to the air.
This sun soaks us with its reverberations
blurs our outstretched arms
until we can’t hide any more,
until we baptize the ground
from the chrism of our shadows.