thunder calls my name

i am told

everything is about sex

especially the untold

and i want to say

the first thing that

isn’t about sex

i want it bad

*

to land

to live

lightning must

first enflame

the earth

*

i don’t think

i can make it

but luckily

i don’t have to think

to get this far

only to get

this far

i must do

don’t think

there is anything

more to do

*

the balloon

knows all there is to know

without knowing anything

to rise

you must be full

to remain

you must be tied

and to see all

you must let go

emptying slowly

with new knowns

that have become old