city of deep personal enclaves,
rabbit warrens to avoid
the ever-present sheep pens;
and be ever watchful.
The soul is called out of hiding for special occasions.
Here I am.
I will walk the streets as though invulnerable, and
I will bless the pavement with each step,
I, who seek the cosmic stream to dip my toes in
--shod in lead
but light on my feet--
come along and fly over the sparse treetops on my gravity-defying song,
sing harmony, and seek with me
The Great Chord.
(Disregard that car alarm.)