when the sun becomes
the moon
and the moon becomes
the noon,
we dance the beginning
of a song
like the specks of silver
and feel our weight
on the world
like water is shining.
the colonel cathedral says
we have nothing
to prove,
but I believe
that there
are so many things
to see
from pillows
and pastures
and we just have to
stand on the sky
and try,
all the while
asking why.
you and me
and the rain,
you and me
and the ants,
you and me
and the proof.
in the wild miles
within the river distortion
with feet forecast
for walking
in shoes,
energies see what I believe
in a million blinks,
twenty thousand thinks
just before the door
is even open
to your apartment
or mine.