Advice from a Question Mark

Look into the eyes of the sky’s cumulous dogs.
Swim in watery whites. As you float pass clouds,
let the air become a part of you,
the way language was once a part of you,
but is no longer.

Wander above everything.
                        Don’t worry if you trip or stumble.
Let your senses unravel imperceptibly,
outside of what you thought was time.

Remember the beginning of your life,
the first shock of orange soda, the hair
of your friend when she first discovered
static electricity, alone in a closet with a sock.

JOANNA FUHRMAN