Serpentine movements toward

and away

based on nothing the culture expects,

impatiently demands,

only,

toward yes, warmth,

away from no, cold, mostly

in suspension,

blind,

asking,

when, lordy, when, and

is this my failing or some cosmic barometric pressure

holding

holding

heavy lid to the dark pot before,

until,

that heat can no longer stand but rise, fragrant,

a refusal of being contained,

twisting into an arcing freedom of sky.