joining the dots

I move the furniture
Place chairs against walls,
move books unread onto tables

Disrupted from sky, plough stars
dot-to-dot intersecting space junk,
none of which I see.

Then at intervals, unseen figures
shift it all back and light the lamps
indicating time has passed.

Again disembodied
I will be silent and attentive:
to change what things mean

at that last intractable border
–   the word let go

I will be fleshed
and capable of dying
to stand in a pool of sky.