with a metaphysic touch I question I
                                      like a brush
in motion to stroke a backdrop
                   for a cup lip to a lipped face
to measure I as other for the other
                   handless but with wind
I perform Midwestern grasslands
and whistle eastern rafters
                   for southern deserts
in the northern pines and mountains
on a trip to the store for tomatoes
                   I assemble I incompletely
                                      to fit into a tee shirt
and mimic voices in a night’s beach fog