Swinging

Swinging 1/13

In the cold – breath-cloud of oxygen and hydrogen
hanging in the dark street

It diffuses – orb to spiral galaxy to sheet of dirt on a window

Like eyes unfocusing at the optometrist
while you try to read that last row

Here is that puff of air to the cornea – a sun flare
in your peripheral – sudden headlights at the end of the block

You are suspended above the street – you are walking on water