Alaska
Last month in Alaska
The pattern of my life laid out
And I asked what I've been asking you
Like trees repeat, like numerals do
Like a ladder to the atmosphere
The crumbs each come again and again
And I let it
Plant me down and tether me 'till I get it
When we landed in Orlando
And the local time was 11:11
I lit at his eyes closed
Through that opalescent open road
And then time spread and expanded
The lines fanned out across the land
And I let it
Plant me down and tether me 'till I get it
Can I leave the canopy forever
And plant me down and turn away
