My Own Kite

A shimmer-step with
twelve feet on the ground,
Our ant-selves carry our
bodies to the hole.
Whole, we are light and big,
stomachs full to bursting.
A world of shifts in color,
without guard;
Of unabashed honesty
prepared to smother itself and
any alien hostility.
Feel cool lake-sand in your toes
with rainbow guppies and stepping stones,
we spiral-swim through sunlight.

7-26-08