Horizons

i sit above the world and
see
the life-pulse flow in blue and cotton

i feel the voices beneath me and
hear
all that connects me in rivers of speech

i sense around me glossy time and
touch
its ever-moving circle-turn

i rush downward and
taste
the copper lick of atmosphere

i gather all of it into me and
hold
it in my bones and skin

it feels too much and too little and i
long
for more and for less

i land, warm and golden, in proper place and
sleep
knowing i have no limits