ESCAPING FROM THE DEAD AMONG US
I throw away my suit and tie
and can breathe freely at last.
Without a rope around my neck
I’m ready to confront the enemy.
Armed only with the immediacy
of the moment, I’m fully present
and can hear my better angels sing.
Catapulted higher than high on
well water and libidinal energy
I release the chains of conformity
by paying attention to all my senses,
discovering my dancing shoes are on
and can hear music I never heard before.
You invite me for a ride on the backs
of migrating butterflies flown by breath alone
—skywriting: Her for me and I for her, together at last.