início is where the coração is and my coração is
out travelling. Up into the wild blue yonder,
wingless, prayerful that this miracle of flight
will not end,just yet
Also at home, with you, on the ground
wherever you might he at the moment, grounded
like a highschooler, like a wire, a bird and a wire,
feet on the ground and my coração in my throat now, now
in my feet, lawfully descending with gravity
to the lower, lowest, most sought after
most beautifully bound, home.
Aspirations involve reparations. We reach
for the stars wondering what we are.
But my Reason has been found
by finding you and looking down And it...

I wasn't really sure where to post it, so here it is...

For West : Just Past Two and a Half
And sleeping in the car, not five feet from me
Keeping vigil against the horde of non-threatening bees
And other creepy crawlies that might sneak in her window
Where she semi-sits, snoring
Sunglasses on, fresh scrape on her chin
My charge, my duty, my amor heaving in my chest
Unruly as a wet cat
Adding valour and virtue to all I see
And the greenery, below and above that blue sky
As perfect as a last held breath, she is
She is Stevens' Tennessee jar, orders all around her
The world performs at her sleepy feet, obedient...