a finch lands on my hand
fun-foots along my finger
I want to move
but my mouth is full
with colour
she is redolent
with skies baptism
trembling petrichor
to my toes
I leave wet like she
and my spine bends
like a bow
I search for her nape
but find my knees
and like light
she escapes me
my look falls
several stories south
a peacock
flutes by
fans his feathers
across Ohio
holding up the eyes of the universe
a lobe of sadness
sighs lost demons and thought gods
there is so much sky
to be seen