come the stillness of a morning ….

Take my fingers one by one and hold them out
away from my small unremarkable palm
paper-chained lines stretched taunt
against the gravity of this waxing-crescent-in-capricorn 
pull my hand up
and
away from my body
up
up
as high & as hard as you can go
until
i am struggling to maintain my balance
rocking, weaving
leaning away from
your force
leaning into the white river birch
that runs along my spine during the winter months
leaning
until
i
surrender
to the prime meridian line
the polar field
of
us
crashing colliding collapsing
your thumb stroking, pressing my heart-line
resistance maple-syruped, viscous and amber
as a 3º morning when you were 10 and the world was ripe
and everything was yours and home lay
in the possibility of discovering that you are greater than your surroundings
and
that folded into the veiled crevices of your soul
dwell dragons, orbs
tilled soil and milo fields
sugar beets
the sound of drums and yellow moons
snake-oil-moonshine
tooled leather and a stone-will
kites

strings of courage
fire-miracles
and
mornings smelling of pancakes and dreams of sex
this morning ...
stars are still visible at 7:07 as the sun rises in a corona of
pale tangerine forgiveness
silent becomes the fear
easy comes the patience
knowing becomes the dance of connection
until the faint clear low of a cello is heard
vibrating
vibrating
vibrating
the cellular structure of nucleotides and ocean tides
against the current of ordinary
while holding a blue-jean-royal flush
and
a fugitive silver-scarfed magician card from
a golden tarot deck
take my fingers
curl them tight underneath your velvet-zeppelin-hand
take the cards and toss them to the swan nebula
you four-fold-warrior-truth-seeker-knowledge-giver
ya'aburnee-maker-self
leaning
leaning
into the urge to....
take each finger
one by one and hold them out
hold them out

stretched taunt 

against the gravity of this waxing-crescent-moon-in-capricorn 

pull 

stretch
lean
collide
into
this
remarkable life