With his head lifted up and all senses
six feet above his destiny, he seeks
the flights of freedom in the thinning air.
There he can dream of the ineffable,
pure wholeness of the imagination,
wings stretched to embrace the invisible.
Head and heart may merge in the clear sunlight
where the elemental truths of the earth
seem to reside, raised to the eternal.
How shocking then the world on which he stands,
shoes stained with dirt, place of defecation,
bedding for the expulsion of desire.
There he finds where the wholeness of the poor
drinks unholy waters, ingests poisons,
thirsts for blood crushed beneath his ecstasy.
Now he feels his bare feet clamped to the soil
and the spirit stirs not in the abstract
but in the arguments of connection.