A Vast Stretch

			...a vast stretch of concrete has opened before me.
			...a vast stretch of concrete has opened before me.
			I step into this desert and turn quickly into pools of silvery liquid. like the mutating blobs in science-fiction films I slither and drip into cracks and sewers.

			I explore the hidden veins of this city. I smell the stench of wasted desires and unused love.

	my liquidous form rises up and splashes against the red brick walls when I see a woman hit a child for dropping an ice cream cone.


	When they left I scooped the sweetness into my womb and prayed for that little being.
I would have cried but I have no tears.
I would have cried but I have no tears.
I would have screamed but I have no voice.
I would have screamed but I have no voice.
	My energy has known all. My form changes with the season.



	In winter I spill from the clouds, create pillows in the mountains to sled on.
		I have heard children with red mittens laughing above.
		I have heard children with red mittens laughing above.
		I have beat rhythms on the black umbrellas of day laborers,...

		...waiting for a job in the cold.
		...waiting for a job in the cold.
	in the heat I travel, moving about and around this earth, dancing, as energy does.
moving beyond this system into others, coming back to visit, coming back to move and explore.


	coming back to change.