You know the Japanese poem
about his barn, burnt down
now
allowing Masahide
to see the moon?
Here is me saying
when I could not get enough air
into my lungs
inside a building,
I shivered outside beneath a sky
salted with stars.
I drank the Milky Way
and hitched my hopes to meteor
before the steady countenance of a mountain.
Even as I suffered
my spirit bowed down in wonder
at beauty vast—
that I came from that
and have eyes to see.
—Kai Cooley
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