Zero Gravity
My spirit has unraveled,
a knotted hank of yarn.
I would invite it to become
blue-green, shimmering
with flecks of light, gauzy,
a long scarf flying over the city,
wrapping the world at its waist
just to touch what is, not
arrogant with change or even healing,
twining with strands of other souls,
glowing, decorating the globe,
a shield against cruelty,
a kiss on Earth’s forehead.
