The three of us were sitting in a meadow,
when suddenly she was on her way
visibly with the urgency of someone with
a schedule to keep so she fired her rockets
on a curvy body, they were stairways that
that the air could mount.

The milky sky was wrestling with its wings,
but the stars could spread their tongues
there she was, speaking tongues with the sun
while the clouds breathe milk.

From earth, it all looked like children at play,
when parents could still give birth to spaces
then suddenly an argument. “did you see that?”
“See what?”  “A dancing community just flew over.”
“Just turn the lights back on”.

Still she rises, making flying motionless,
the stone woman felt a seed dropped
as she looks within, the seed swallowed her.
When the moon flies, seeds get thirsty,
turn off the lights and offer yourself
as a willing destination.