5. Tasting

5. 
Tasting

Our only way out
is in
love with a medium

whose dory hopping,
planet
to planet, sees all.

Our world’s not all!
If
we could spell

amino oarsmen
casting
gingerbread ripples,

drying in dazzling
sugar
clothing we speak

of not knowing
what
is behind the clouds

or who is drawing
shapes
we are assuming