The insatiable invisible longs 
to lick the leaves
and press into the spaces 
between skin and desire, 
climb onto ancestral tables and spill the wine, 
sprawl across the maps laid out there 
and blot out the marked lands of knowledge 
with its clumsy paws and reckless play.
Again and again it begs me 
to begin again, awake, 
it asks please will I help it
sweat of summer?
 
From within I watch it crawl and sniff 
the ground, grasp the grit, roll downhill,  
climb up trees, swim into sunrise, only to growl, 
or sigh, hair in mouth, to pound the earth fists full of fear,  
covered in eyes and yet totally blind, 
innocent to its own muscle, blood and bone. 
 
I bring these hands together 
so that together we may learn how to pray.  
Death takes our friends yet still the spirit 
of this body and I push upwards into gravity,
planet, and cosmos, we travel apart 
and we circle back in, we hide and we wrestle, 
we forget and we remember, we turn and we twist 
and we spin ourselves breathless,
until we lie flat in open armed rest, 
to notice the birds, how graceful their wings.