A Promise

I can make myself look good for you
Even as I undergo crisis
I can remove my breasts and place them on a shelf
For me and you to share
I can scoop holes out of this melon
I can make such beautiful holes
Using the ugliest of thorns
I can use a telescope
to gaze into the boggy
Insides of my neighbors’ bodies
In summer I swim breaststroke across
A manmade pond
And start to believe in the presence
Of something bigger and holier
I take the afternoon off to do drugs
With my doctor
I step into a castle
I step into into a lake
I step into a lemon tree
And entangle myself in its branches
I rush skyward
I am rushing skyward to build a permanent home
In the sky for you and me
I want to build a shelter
But I am exhausted from being touched
By the wind and the rain
Blinded by the glittering rocks and leaves
Of the holy forest
Dizzied by the variations in altitude
I make a promise to myself to devote
The rest of my life to finding hiding places
For the ones I love
My roots run ragged and free
They are not anchored to the ground
Oh cup of light
I am virtually unsinkable