Beams of sunlight patch up the ground,
Tiny particles float up
In air pregnant with noise…
Her joy and woe are woven fine, she knows
And she’s caught up in her ensemble.
Through the seas of a vivid mind
She swins endlessly
Neither walking the waterbed
Nor streaking the sky red.
She jumps off a bridge
To smash into her inferno,
But unwillingly dangles by that silken thread
Between her many worlds.
While life steams on in elastic tension
And she exists – in divine suspension.