Having fallen is
not equal to
having been pushed down.
The sky can swallow the shoved
more readily than
those in repose.
Rest.
As if there is absence of suspicion,
absence of desire to push
anyone
let alone those already horizontal.
A wrist roped to a hot air balloon is
not equal to restraint.
There are those who recognize
the sky’s gift of weightlessness.
Sun-warmed stone
below will respond
to your gravity’s call
equally
as if raising you cloudward.
As if the horizon
has awaited
flesh to suspend
within itself.
Give it what you will
but first rest.
Being lifted is
not equal to
the freedom to rise.
