Point of Assembly

Watercolor on Canvas 24X36"


It's at some point
just behind the right shoulder
a place where we are taught
to fix attention
and there it coalesces.

Last night it shifted
and I flew out of the
third floor window,
saw my daughter
and her friend
entering the back door
below
I stood on the wall outside
watching
like a clown
doing some stupid stunt,
a trick,
because everyone knows
I can't really
walk on walls
but somehow I
think I could
imagine swimming
in warm living water
under the night wire
the spotlights passing
overhead
the illicit wet flowing
over new white skin
like liquid breath
caresses.

I'm thinking that maybe
this shifting is what
we did before we
fell off of the wall
before all of the king's horses
before all of the king's men
made
this assembly
that maybe I should
just
fall again
like maybe it's better
to be be broken
and shifting the dream
then fixed
and steel.
Is this real?