“No se’, no me lo digas, no lo sabes”

It jumped right out at me
saying
            “it’s where you’ve always been”;
open up the door --- I’ll get it

myself, for myself, with out you.
Break down that soluble border
between oil and water
                      that now will only bend,
recoil like a tear
falling backwards toward the surface

where we teeter in sound
and sunlight, wide as the eyes
that drop me so high above

an open courtyard, surrounded
by walls that house souls

who’d be willing

to give some definition
if you didn’t

stop them in my thoughts
through this cortile
we all ride above or below.