Around this moment, An idea in a brain, container Seeking a shape contained, Have I been more, More than petals, fur, clouds In an inland herd? Have I been a bird? Or more, in this thing Thinking things, have I ever flown before, me? Among hills, seas, Voices yet to be, Have I soared over night, Unlit rocks, snow-caps --a Thing flying deaf from Time's collapse upon A path of lightning? Maybe periwinkle or Something blue beside The gate, will do.