Let me stand at a door that opens to ocean

ride on an orca under water, then up and out of it

leaping. Let me call to forests a name they’ve forgotten

their leaves breathe a breath from the mouths

of all children. Let me dive from a mountain

despite fear of falling, let the snow that I fly through

be skin that I land in. Let me river the windows

on skyscraping offices while clouds get in shape

for a priceless economy. Headlights in traffic are eyes

full of wisdom, let me get out of my car and walk

with the billions in a line that leads to a clifftop cottage,

it fits all of us, easy, we listen to the story of living

words like an ocean stood up in and opened.