regresar

i. a blessing of sorts

may you dig your nest well into the ground
let it be solid and you-shaped, let your
feet touch the ground below

may you know that the same sun is always watching you
enveloping you in its soft-petal glaze; that the rest
is merely coincidental

may your voyages collide with perspectives, may
you let them guide you and cover you like a blanket- but do remember,
love, that blankets are translucent and you are not

may you return and breathe in sweet or salty or sticky air;
know that you can exhale

ii. drumbeats

do not let them exhalt you

iii. glass marble

stop. stop right now. see the clock hanging on the
wall in momma's kitchen. everyone has told you that the Earth,
grand as it may be, looks like a little blue and green
marble from way high up on the moon. climb its
peaks and know that all this could be covered by the tiniest
piece of your pinky finger. keep in mind that it's all human perspective
(it's all biased). like when you look into the window of a car
and see yourself but it's all bent and twisted. that is what
the world looks like from high above.

iv. density

now
let
yourself
fall