grateful for the dreams last night floating across the open desert jumping flipping spinning if i wish i need not come down accepted there weaving patterns with others my mother watches from the sidelines composites of friends, friends to come, families to come. she seems to mock me but i feel her adoration. floating near me. i go on and on spin around to see the direction i'm moving in and bam a tree is right there my legs catch me against it. that tree is in a yard near a small old white farmhouse. her father encourages me inside that house, asks what my move is. "butt float maneuver" i explain my inner balance keeps my ass just off the ground as long as i desire. he says to keep that naming she seems indifferent but i feel it a mask her mother drives us down a dirt road she hands me a cigarette from the front seat she has a shell behind it explodes beauty and i feel she feels our possibility
An angel appointed to guard the spirits at their birth.
