Alaska

Last month in Alaska

The pattern of my life laid out

And I asked what I'd been asking you

Like trees repeat like numerals do

Like a ladder to the atmosphere

The rungs each come again and again

And I let it

Land me down and tether me till I get it

When we landed in Orlando

And the local time was 11:11

The pilot had his eyes closed

Through that opalescent open road

And then time spread and expanded

The lines fanned out across the land

And I let it

Land me down and tether me till I get it

Can I leave the canopy forever?

And land me down eternally