| Robert James Berry GROWING My eyes have opened My heart is thumping music I hear other musics They do not concern me I am unfurling my fingers Stretching them through crustacean-red water My sky has a roof of muscle I can touch the sky With my creased fingertips I shall suspend my pigmented thumb in my new mouth I shall frown and kick myself to sleep I am miraculous I have these dreams This is my time I should like things to stay this way Poetry Index |