Standing at the peak of my roof, hammer
and nails in hand, having secured
the ridge cap after months of freewheeling
hedonistic waving in the winds of storms,
rainwater pouring down where it does not
belong, soaking the bones that hold
the bones of my family, I look out over
the backyard and see a clear division
of earth and sky, the coffee tree canopy
making a smooth delineation against
the cloudless smoke-blue sky, like hanging
upside down over the endless ocean,
I could swim forever, up and up until
the blue goes black and then the black
goes blinding luminescence, I could
spread something like wings and never
stop spreading, I could snuggle
the earth into dream-filled sleep.