One weekend I pour forth from my stoop, unfurling Down the road; unshaped, ill-figured, Then the world cracks In half, as I meet the most wonderful beam Of sunlight dancing atop drops of dew As you amble down the street In queer shoes, I am Goop beneath your soles, Filling the cracks in the body Of the rubber, I am here To breathe free like nestlings Nesting in stone facades I am gregarious, highly pleased with myself Deluded in myths of you and me: Yet in truth: divinity dwells in loving hearts And loving you is my favourite part.