I move the furniture
Place chairs against walls,
move books unread onto tables
Disrupted from sky, plough stars
dot-to-dot intersecting space junk,
none of which I see.
Then at intervals, unseen figures
shift it all back and light the lamps
indicating time has passed.
I will be silent and attentive:
to change what things mean
at that last intractable border
– the word let go
I will be fleshed
and capable of dying
to stand in a pool of sky.