Stretching my hands to the sun
In feathered footloose hope
My soul crushes resistance
My limbs woven free
From the unbridled wind
Eyes straining to glimpse the invisible
The time has come at last
Let them take off the bandages
No more stinging pain
Spread the world out on my palm
My body paddling salmon-like
Swimming up the sun-patched stream
Trapped once again
Stuck in glass elevators
Trying to remove the rag gauze mask
To glimpse the moon’s fog-blind disc
Or catch smiles in between tears on faces
To grasp runaway beams of the tangerine sun
Stretch… stretch my hands to the blushing star
Closing my eyes for a split second
My hopes locked in dandelion globes
With just enough spherical precision
To share soap bubbles with muted meteor pops
To share latex balloons of blue blue dreams
Free at last from lace-like bandages
To watch life’s splash of neon-cornflower
Paint spattered on dream-drenched grass
From ideas plastered on burnt chocolate cardboard
Seaweed-netted shadows under umbrellas
Or from the feverish urge to make a statement
Finally free just to take and savor
To freeze one high-flying moment in time
While waiting for speckled crystals
To dissolve solitary in my murky glass
Make one clumsy leap from doubt to certainty
One climb up a dappled peak
Amber sap collecting on snowflake roses
Dewdrops trickling on my twilight thoughts
In vain the lonesome seagulls
With ink-stained whitewashed wings
Wait like hoarse angels crying
For dream corks to rise from charcoal water
I long to be one of them
Or blend with sea diamond foam
To rainbow melt like ice
To become a downy blush cloud
A studded logo on a dust-printed suitcase
Or a child again building plastic castles
I want to hold the world
Sand-condensed milk
Dripping from my baby spoon
In between damp sticky fingers
To leave the world with yawning smiles
Sun-kissed murmurs of awkward goodbyes
My hands stretch to the sun
My soul collapsed in the crystal jacket
Of a thermometer reading fevered longing
Hanging between nothing and chocolate-candied bliss
Desperately yearning for that bandaged angel
Breathless from calling the world with a muted voice