Revising a Poem a Day in April

A Breeze

All I need is a breeze
from the sky’s highest plane
and I’m a lizard on a rock,
letting sink into my cells
the currents from a furnace
that never goes out,
the way the heart’s never do.

I look up from my rock
at the mare’s tail canopy
and its frozen flow
find my need for the streaming heat,
to imbibe the costume of light
until I am brightness
swallowing brightness

and have forgotten the faces
of lost loves
in the sun’s.