Sojourners (Falling)

old lions beware
a wake discrepant
ship between two
shores no santa
here as if in turning


a necessary journey towards
wildness
homeward song

that freedom from gravity centers our bodies

freedom from the open
force an ecstasy


and wind which is too big
as spirit made where does it come from
and why doesn’t someone continue
underground


a shift of force
they were a people when they had such amulets

who could survive to gain the fire
by any felt necessity


paint the weight of our hands existing innocents

what strokes and oars do we follow the bristles promise

there is a portal which is always open
there are the facts of actuality
at work

sojourning turning


forcing the words where they must break beyond breaking
then writing must be one with its worlds

what we interpret
as roads as pools & forestry

such is the mind


or the fate of the
body
in this storm of spirit

she knew these things when it came upon her

and
after much reflection
upon that
gust


while there were
still animals in
the Hudson River
Valley

hunting the
hunter a spiral appears

history’s a moon shot


like a heart
beating a beaten
stone is it
that pulpit which beats the hand

then close the nose ecstasy
being
beyond and in
the world


that freedom from gravity centers our bodies

force an ecstasy by the grace of sovereign abandon