silence evaporates and all i can hear are the power lines
humming, some song meant only for air molecules as they
float up, up into the atmosphere to freewheel and spin,
micro orbits, making love with each other as they aim
towards the moon. i have known heady electrocutions
coursing over blank skin, have seen the airplane writers
loop diagrams of the path to salvation. they are credible.
the braille of the clouds speak of change. the sky becomes
clear and my eyes are getting there and i inhale your breath
and hold it, lifted up, up into currents of stars.