at central

some days I need bread

but I need love to breathe

to fix the nostrils for life

to leave for Australia

I do not need flight

I need the ground I need love

the Kingdom of God is backwards and forwards

(pulled on a thin thread from my birth to my distant shore leaves me between places)

(until I reach my distant shore)

there is beauty in need

hands wrung for water for rain

detect a hole

prove the supply