all homes.
2006-08-31 12:32 a.m.
i have learned to peck the streets for my provision, little tastes and little glimpses, alleyways and empty housesall serenade me, learn about what i am like
when sleeping.
my hands, repairing to themselves,
grow callous, touch
tender places, branches.
i am young enough to take flight, to not forget
myself in movement, to suspend, give body weight for suspension. my agility
does not forget me to the leaves, leaves little notice.
i am beginning to go, and i will go
with grace and focus, with help and hindrance, with the gate
that makes me live
strong reflected - i bar the greatness
from entering, but i will not forget it.