THE CLOSET MYSTIC

Jupiter, Jupiter, Jupiter:

I can feel your heartbeat from here.

a hidden vein of starlight 

from your heart

to mine:

through me you thrum. 

I am 

but a child,

and oh,

the heavens, 

they throw me,

they catch me—

they throw me,

they catch me—

i am thrown—

i trust

i’ll be caught.

you know not 

the hidden hands that catch those

who take leaps of faith!

so, leap—

amongst the stars,

there’s no bottom,

there’s no falling—

no,

only flying.