"When I used to focus on the worries, everybody"

When I used to focus on the worries, everybody was ahead of me, I was the bottom of the totem pole, a largely spread squat animal. How about a quick massage now, he said to me. I don’t think it’s cool, I replied. Oh, said he, after a pause, I should have waited for you to ask me. The waves came in closer and closer. When I fall into the gap of suspicion I am no longer here. In this world that has got closed over by houses and networks, I fly out from under the belly.     Life’s dizzy crown of whirling lights, circles this head.    Pure with wonder, hot with wonder.    The streets become golden.     All size increases, the colors glow, we are in myth. We are in easy understanding. Scarcely talking, thoughts pass between us. It is memory.    As I search to find this day’s sweet drifting.    The fog out to sea, the wind.