I’d like the quiet now, please.
I’d like to go back where I came from.

Enjoy now:  
orange juice, blue sky, velvet leaves,  
words like "isosceles" and "Econlockhatchee",  
call to prayer, Hail Marys,  
watermelon, ******* icicles,  
words for love in other languages,  
a capybara swimming,  
a good curse like "*******",  
a living coral reef,  
soul food, soul music, a drum solo,  
soft salty butter,  
a curled fern, thunderous clouds,  
copper hair,  
a stalking tiger,  
silver fish, dancing sunbeams,  
Spanish wine, beach plum jelly,  
the smell of sulfur, crashing wave,  
skate’s eggs, pine cones,  
cold granite, sticky peanut butter,  
a clear running river, a red fox cub,  
aurora light,  
diva ballads, cactus water,  
marble carved light as silk,  
a cuckoo clock,  
blue moonlight, dew drop,  
whistling wind, lightning bug,  
dandelion tea, rose bud, scarlet blood,  
snake scales,  
the dead smell of time,  
Saturn up there,  
kittens, freckles,  
our song, a honey bee,  
the big big ocean, the hard hard rain,  
salty air,  
lost at sea,  
empty, full, drunk, alive.

Oh, to float on the cosmic waves.  
To sense the whole I am a particle of.

To fear is only this:  
An emptiness full to the brim with life.