Poetry

Sleep, shelter me.
Shuffle

me back into the deck
where I belong—

There is a Florida beyond the stars.
It is the same state I find waking here,
alone with my aloneness in the dark,
all things now possible because my own.

And one day, when, I will cross
Great Water, walk and reach
that final rise

Blue fluid in my limbs,
momentum buoys me up
at takeoff speed

Half his life he parachuted
from open cockpits in swamp fog,
and the other madly scouted