The other elsewhere

I root myself in the sky
I sit on my feet
In my stomach
Buttherflies spin
The world exclaims a mouthful of air
A chant of mystery
Touching an unbridled love
Of the unfathonable

I am the drunkenness
Of the perfect stranger
The love of the unseemly
A relentless wind in the sails
Rowing like a mad fool
I can sense destiny
Weaving its path
Moderately,
Silly,
Perhaps even vivacious
Conjuring the present
And the wondrous capacity
Of letting me love
Who I am