I breathe upside down
from the ceiling of
my cherry tree.
Lotus flowers
fill my sight
when silver spiders
beckon me.
I'll chase them to the rooftops
of this palace that You built
and my canopy of flowers
makes a house for this
menagerie.

sometimes gravity
pulls me through the earth
to a place that i
never thought before
who knew mirrors
hidden in these roots were
a slipping slide into
bouquets of quiet, open doors.
and I'll ride the overturning
waves that pulsate...