Sometimes

Sometimes
I wake up when the wind
picks me up
and rides me miles
into the sky

and sometimes
the wind tries to lift me from sleep
and drops me onto the earth
clumsily without my feeling
a thing about the sky

and sometimes
there is no wind
and I lie there in bed
with my eyes closed
and ruined at least for now
by catarcact and occlusions
and I see
it’s all the same
these varieties
of vision and experience
are the same, separated
by a moment, changed
utterly on the surface
but not at all in truth
as the wind doesn’t care
what man it takes

and though I am left
to figure it out after

sometimes
a moment, a beat,
a breath is all I have
to ascend and take my place
upon the stairs of this world.

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onward,
T