Up and down are not for all things what they are for the whole cosmos
There are clouds that pass overhead in sleeves of a darkening brocade.
Have you forgotten they are without weight to us or belonging?
If you are looking for an image to possess, you are one of us.
Not to desire, but to drift
above in the arms of those helpless dancers--
that is imagination.
The god of altitude stands outside
of when or where, enamoured by a lifted chin.
Push up with a force equal to your own displacement
and you may become. Push down at your ends
and you sink at once into this day,
it is a pearl at the centre of the earth.
If you are looking for an image to possess or to
be possessed, you are one of us.