I shopped at the market
I shopped at the market,
for you I bring the fresh spinach
breads of all shapes
to kiss in your mouth
on your lips
on the tips of tender things
fresh and quick let's eat them now.
I am rooted, footed, lifted
eyes practice elevation
at night and then again at sunrise.
Just like when
those flying men stepped down
onto our wave-maker satellite,
I stared at the TV, I ran out,
I stared at the orb. They were up there walking.
I mean really walking on the moon.
Oh man, astronauts.
And then the primitive experience,
union with universal essence in movement,
watching darkness speed
2,000 m.p.h., prisms, beads, diamonds,
360 degree sunsets.
Listen, light forever came from the west in Canada.
I gaze, stargaze and feel rushing, extinguishing space.
I never believed I was mortal.