Coaster

I felt lexically homeless

when a whale spirited in

He played wind he whistled

Finned through me

There are many many other ways -

he thought to me

 

Dancing through it all,

twirling away

can't stop feeling

for the traps under my foot

And if I find them

I'll grow

And if I don't 

I'll fly

Letting go

Watching myself

trying on a trick

to disappear

Letting go

Making a new habit

of not standing in the way

of the dance

28.VI.2021