Today I flew
Like Michael Jordan
Air Jordan
Over my handlebars
Hung in the air
Spread out my arms
Felt the air
Push my chest
Up, hanging
Hovering
Over concrete
Like a flying squirrel
In the first moment of flight

Then I dove
Hands first

The first and only morning
An event to be heard
The birds ask if rain has stopped
Replies confirm the resounding "yes"
The winds blow gentle
With only the intent to be noticed
The flies emerge with buzzing glee
As the final droplets of rain
Pull away from the tips of the pines
Dropping one by one
On the curious grass
Inviting the water in silence

Tales of riches in sequins
Like a lavish cloak of red
Swirling around to catch
The soft touch of raw skin

Each begins far away
A swarm of bees you can hear
But cannot see
And draws closer
Capturing your mind
And holding it
In an oscillating state
Between trance and attention

You see the rubies
Wish to steal them yourself
From the merchant
You wish to seek council
From the Grand-Visir
Thwart the wicked Sultan
And trick the Genius

The tales weave from one to another
They are a stream
Dispersing in a delta
But following each small stream
Meeting back at the source
In an unending circle
Of stories large or small

Stories of old men passing by
Of brother princes splitting land
Of merchants voyaging to trade
Of cunning daughters plotting

No corner of the world to far
No event not to be believed
No action too kind
No punishment too severe
No journey too long
No treasure too hidden

These tales are the life within human blood
The life that has no boundaries
And looks only for the sun

The water sways beneath our feet
The boats and wind to guide it
In following an unexplainable course
With no source or direction to be seen

The water sways beneath our feet
Our words and minds to guide it
In following an unexplainable course
With no source or direction to be seen

The lack of understanding is the beauty
And only that is understood
Feelings felt from miles away
Beneath our feet as water sways

Your eyes glow an easy brown
And save me from impending frown
The thought to say goodbye so long
Ties my throat in tricky knots

A happiness as sad could be
Swells my mind so viciously
Feelings light as feathers
Matched by those of bricks

Each touch so easy
Each thought so hard
To miss and long for our embrace
Shown now in lines upon my face

In easy eyes I know reflect
Each feeling felt on either end
I don't need to say and neither do you
Each brick and feather shared between two

This is the end of my thumb
A pen run dry the ink feels numb
Its written books on thinner mirrors
Cobalt patterns smooth the errors

Hops from spots to spots
Sturdier that eyes with dots
No warmth to refill this pen
It leaves along with days that end

An igloo at the equator
Forced within refrigerator
Water bottle filled to its top
No cap on top to let it drop

My thumb envies daggers as it fades
A spaceship top in black it craves
Here is the end of my thumb
My mouth must speak of times, I know