I would love to know the Normal route
from A to Be a bit more
"in the know"
of these sorts of things.
But while I seldom leave my comfort zone
--a deep trench leveling out somewhere around oakland, I think--
I've managed to take pit-stops on hold for 12 different
world-wide. My Pleas have been
to Sydney and London, but that was just the beginning.
In a way, I have seen the world.
I gave you directions to Dangerland; I
taught you to take a trip without google maps,
which couldn't have helped you anyway.
Not even google can tell you
where a Bird will fall
Barely off the ground
and just how fast you must run to catch it.
My net is getting full, but the Weight in my arms
keeps me awake.
I hope her chirping will keep you awake.
I hope she still chirps.
I wonder if there is a Normal route--
a foil for your symptoms--
a catalyst for your incarceration--
or if we all trudge through our own silly detours
and if that is the whole point.
I always imagined the Normal route would tickle the tongue
like cinnamon on christmas.
Instead, you make me smell Iron,
but your Bare skin looks so gorgeous against the Snow.