Don't
cotton to fixed
realities
Don't
flinch when you're sure that the
wind
said your
name, from behind you,
when the
stars are out like
fireweed,
and the dust's creepin' in through your
sneakers.
Don't act
surprised when you see somethin'
in the daylight that woke you up out of
sleep
the night before.
Twist things in your favor, or
work out the
knots and come up short.
Add new words like
cajun spice, and draw lines over
with a
felt tip pen,
connecting one thing to another,
to another, to another
day.
Don't cotton to fixed realities,
it's all an
issue of relative, to you
to me
to you,
to you,
And I don't know about you
but
I like to keep things movin'
changin' the
distances between things
alterin' the
orbit at
elipses
Lookin' long and hard into the shadows -
so many
colors in a shadow
So many
rotations in a year
and the
shadows fall different on each and
every one.
Draw your shadows with
blue chalk,
track 'em around, and mark up
clean dirt
with the
dust,
It's fallin' from your sneakers.