If I should require resuscitation
Blend me into the soil.
Teach my soul to sing falsetto.
Train my spirit,
To fly over blood-red rock-ranges
Skimming unmarked
Pastured cliffs dangerous and low,
Navigating ebbing flows of sorrow and sadness and dreams.
If I should require resuscitation
Realize-
I am who I am,
Sudden and without alarm.
As dog-day burns to night
Night to first morning bright.
I have been spun on this sea-space evening
And in the right direction.
And though I may not remember the spin and the direction I will proceed
Directly
Drunkardly
South.
Bound and homeward.
©DANIEL MORTON 2011
