lift

The boys on the edge of the cliff
bounding the mesa at mesa lane
flew
not really but they wanted to
how they wanted
to take off.

Plants especially those high
and barked in constant prayer
lift
with sap fibers not neurons
with waving but no noise
and we long to climb.

Creatures of bows
miss being up
today is about
lift
no time or stopping now
clouds lift and my palm
through webs in moss
come up with wings out
fey ether shouting more
then giving way lifting
tending airy
spider memory
up a way's
rise then any-
where higher
lifted.

Souls webbed into clusters
drinking lessons from a rooted pool
lift
each other huffing
space of cartilage
heard if effortless.

Woke alone
like a stump
let go seeking
lift
caught like grain in timber
a step sunk because the hip
listened too long and yanked
the ankle out of its habit
forward out of badgering
because of enough urges
at that change
duck queens rise
smoke from patience
colors conversing
stripes on a lady
lifted.

Right then or in the echoes
of that right pluck of percept
lift
gets in the lung of the dog
of the gristle of the fence
and breaks it up.