Cap Hand

The cap in my left hand

is the door thrown open

held stiff against thick-pressing

wind

RUSHING to meet my progress.

Head-on

Chest-to-chest

Forehead-to-forehead

kneecap nuzzling groin.

Palm-anchored cap,

fist-plumbing

S TILL.

Not floating not sinking,

STEADY heavy

talisman.

smooth-molded

hard-carved

cigar-shaped

flat-topped

starflake

ink flower

bird propeller

hard red

wax stamp

help to hold me

hold it

STEADY.

Right hand untethered

let the line play out

fishing

bobbing

now the line goes taut

jagged lines

jumping

javelin polygraph

skimming the surface

wet scratches

in blue smooth

swirls

crossing lines

swordfish slick

RIPPLES

surface thin

paper spinners

WHAT is pulling who

is tied

to where

we going

now

so fast

as above

so below

so mote it be

as wet

made

flesh

in the middle

WRITE

hand possessed

automatic

on the wheel

road flows underneath

mirror image

magnet wheels

Driving forward open the door

feel resistance fully

wall of metal

over center line

its whole weight

unmeasured by others

moving out of my way

momentum through thick air

meets the end of the page

slams shut so heavy

cap on

like ears pop

speed

altitude

sailing

sunblind

eyes-crossed

story on the way

to the edge

of that flat world

I'm flying