Level Boat

Focus left a flutter

Visualizing a dizzy string

Following the length

Down an empty sink

Thought the drain only went down

Inspect, surprise to see the pipe

Surface outside, open air

Gravity letting go!

Inside how she got to be

That introspective traveler from Santa Fe

Learning at a cactus pace

Put away the spines

Green and blue, growing, flying

Take the smile to time the horizon

As the curve of the Earth rolls off the tongue

Into a nervous push

Imagine knocking the baubles off the ledge

Fit the fresh collectibles and seamstress styles

Music and threads, intrapersonal intelligence

Tattoos and dancing, laughter coalescing

The history and travels, stories of campfires burned out

Firewood still left for the hearth, the vulnerable chambers

The links to the Earth and the passing tones

Setting up in this direction, open to the sounds of home

Layering in the height of being enough to measure up

Angles amorous and breaking in the burn of relating

Faith, foundational confidence and lakes of liquid courage

Pouring veins to refill replete

Notes for dinner, not the waitress to say names without retreat

The look, the shadow and the escaping guilt

That the teetering pieces may have fallen to create souls to emote

Wavelengths for a level boat, capable of either role