set vertical against the sky
and the cries of YOUR AD HERE
a humid peace is rolling in
this particular formation
is as natural as the wind
gaze the same way to get a glimpse
How it’s going: trips (5)
trips
How it’s going: trips (4)
but behind my thumb is the world gone mad
i return to center and look towards the horizon
for birds of plenty, birds of war, and birds of
restitution
How it’s going: trips (3)
where
do you want to go? ask
the toy planes in the window, the suits
of the travel agents ballet on their backs
to the music behind the
closed door. i’ve been told it’s a dying
industry but for now it’s me that’s trying
not to capture my reflection
in the window
in my photo
How it’s going: trips (2)
time and space fold in and out
breathe
like an accordion
i’m part of the problem
keeping my fingers
pushed against the knob
How it’s going: trips (1)
what will it be this time?
will i fall
will i be pulled
or maybe massaged through,
guided, my make believes
parted,
sub-equal
Sunshine and Wind 