When I bring myself up into the air
And let the grains of the sky run the sharp edges off
I feel the stars roughly hewing excess material
The clouds smoothing spikes
Into reflexively fluffy
Gentle expressions
Too look up is enough to bring home the power
Of taking the power out of everything
Breathing through both nostrils
That which had been extreme
Becomes first a kitten
Then a leaf
Finally air
Food for the trees
Organisms that spend all day
Staring at their ceiling
Not expecting anything more than food
Reaching for a little more
But not too much
Roman Ryan 