Diana's Dance

That we can land upon the moon
and a dragonflies wing
is the web to pass through
on your passage into the wind
your feet rise
at an angle with the earth
roll over to see
360 degrees around
upside down
feet bare
Something glittering on your antlers
They coil around your body
Pulling your skin
Thicker
Moving through
honey
cart wheels, propelled by , toes and fingertips
boundless and buzzed
full of the will to bleed and embrace;
drift off and explode memories
to re-inhabit or to
return to
this one but present moment
to kick the can and shake the rafters for
icicles flay and coronate you