what would take you away from place – a slipshod
   route of caprice, or was it, this silence in front
   of a pool, ripple after ripple, still the silence
   I have learned to love?

to have faced north and swallowed the Sun
  meant the desire for it.

spanning the freefall from a tall drop,
threadbare net of hands ready for the catch – unlearning
    whom to fall on, what else is there to be part of but lacking?

between now, this oceanic expanse, is a need
  for letting loose, a part of once only and never whole,
  unlearning what must not be held now, your eyes they

do not see, but entirely space  to clear everything
  and put my heart in.