You are trapped in the gyre,
drifting in the ocean without oxygen
in a mass the size of Texas.
You can escape. Lean close.
You must throw yourself into the endless whirlpool,
lashed to a barrel.
You think you will die of fright
but this is the only way to salvation.
Here you start to shift your muscles into a new shape,
where the paralyzed learn to walk
controlling one muscle and then the next.
The miracle is imagining that you walk.
The sky turns gold, a platterful of sun.
You will be reassembled!
Beyond you, a bird-flier comes
chewing up your doubt with its long red tongue.
See your life whole now
skimming along the sleek side of a whale
as it careens from one continent to the next.
FEWalls
A Long Perspective 