Outline For Flight
A sinker does one thing.
I’ve been dense, a vegetable, voile between layers
of itself. I’ve honored one virtue like the substance in a cell,
or shell, or crinoline, whirled there, whorled,
environmental. A nest is a mine
where siblings tunnel through the part
of earth called hen. Feelings in the soil
express themselves as tourmaline
or not, but tourmaline occurs. Inside,
outside, one wing will always mean immobility.