Belonging

I’m gonna find the moon again Be closer to the sky And fly in the sea Like a manaray And have my skin glow again Even if it does wrinkle later I would rather be kissed In rays Than be stuck inside for days cold communion time clock and television Paycheck is a tool of my prison Huffing down the highway cold hands and coffee I have no more Sand between my toes.

I will find the moon again Find her with my eyes closed, smelling the green dew of the lily and lime tree in my hair My earth brother has prepared my traveling feet Sanctified my legs and heated my muscles to remember I belong by the sea The moon knows where I am even when I’ve lost her