Everyday is a flight of thoughts. But you, your words keep me centered, anchor my floating and flowing spirit on the warmth of earth. You stretch my muscles and bones and connect me to kindred muscles and bones. Spread, web, disintegrate, tie, untie, interweave, connect. You crown my head with flowers and leaves from the forever summer season. It is you, poetry, that leads me to see and translate the technicolor totality of that thing between birth and death. She deemed that it cannot be done through textures and hues and scents but no, everything is possible, even in another realm. Thank you for penetrating into all dimensions and balancing the heavenly with the worldly. The landing is safe forever.