Suppose You Do Change Your Life

Suppose You Do Change Your Life

            In conversation with Rilke and Ocean Vuong

What if getting old is traveling backward,
regaining your first eyes,

your portion of blood and bone
no longer scaled with wound. Suppose

you awake without your skin, all your senses
felled by sleep. The girl you were

is gone. So you breathe in the moon,
rebuild yourself in the shadow of its light

until your torso is the translucent cascade
of your breath and you see, through the lens

of your last hour, the instant you first opened
to earth’s color and earth’s air.

In the act of going forward and back
all your borders explode into sky,

and there is no time you cannot be.