Then there was the night I decided that if I ignored everyone

    I would transcend，

    so I covered my ears with my hands，

    stepped off the porch and rose like a wet crow

    and the sprinklers chattered to each other over the fences.

    And "How long will you be gone？" my neighbor called nervously，

    my neighbor whose saw I had borrowed，

    and "Come down right now！" my landlord called out，

    climbing to the roof of his Cadillac to reach me

    as he got smaller and smaller.

    And there I was with the stars hanging above my house like live wires

    and the night sky the color of stockings.

    I stuck out my tongue to taste the sky

    but could not taste.

    I inhaled deeply

    but could not smell.

    I used to look to the sky for comfort

    and now there was nothing， not  even a seam，

    and I looked down and saw that it did not even reach the ground.

    And my only company was the satellites counting their sleep

    and the Sorrowful Mother swinging her empty dipper in the darkness，

    the Sorrowful Mother picking her way through the stars over my roof.

    And I knew I was nowhere and if I ever took my hands from my ears

    I would fall.