CLOUD ANCHOR

It’s 1974 and the Steve Miller Band is a Sinner in the Sun
And now it’s another day. and your peaches shake your tree
Like a Polaroid. And your car still runs.
Sofa eyes now: you have them, and the world is twain.
Once a fussy jumble of Guesses-
Now a mess of subtle
Absolutes.

And pigeons.

II

Swarming to our Zenith we repent nothing. Just go Up.
But the Spirit of Living is never dumb to our Ascent.
We Float if We Pray.
Even if Believing is a Chore-
In a Vacuum.
And Only Love Is Real...

III

We Human it
With our Cloud Anchors
Clutching Seabeds 
On the Moon
Folding our Beauty
Into Stars

On a Hook.