sure,
I’d explore for a sky
drink deep from the petal’s
core sponge
bathe down fresh soil
dampened by drooping rain
land on the cardinal of day
let him fly me town
flag the children’s museum
smile with the maturity
those young mothers
spread for the puddle of wind
where it meets gray gusts

but I’d always sing home to you

land along your hand gently
just where fleshy part
meets the thumb, or
settle on your shoulder
to cry for species
dazzle strong the antenna wit
that flings against headboards
at nightfall
quiet your rain
listen faithfully
I am that love buzz in your ear