inclination

the way

the voice 

bounces on clouds

while attuned

to the way of 

the dance of

the way, the dance, oh the love

am i wrong to speak of her?

i’ve been made to wonder

more times than i’d like to count

but the moments free from 

self–

self–deviation

oh what lightness.

for my orientation

to the world

is my orientation

to myself

and this poverty that we’ve

ground ourselves into 

in the names of gods we do not name

in the names of gods we deny

as they do their work of displacing

the mind from its good

the body from its mind

the heart from its body

the ground from its sky

the sea from its surface

relish in uncertainty

when it holds you

within its hull

the air is your sea

so speak what you breathe—

and oh, what you'll find near