Have you walked the circumference of the world
like a brown leather belt pulled tight with 
a rusty buckle? 

because you seem like the kind of person
who would want to walk under belt-loop bridges
next time i walk all the way around the world
and back you should join me-- you would like it
if you like to see everything but
still stand far enough away to feel alone.
it's easier to walk all the way around because
then you don't have to remember where you are 
to get home -- and people ask
me if i've walked on water-- and sometimes i tell
them that i do-- that i have feet like those water
bugs-- but really i go on the heads of the fish
who follow me till i reach
the gravel edges of the forest path sprinkled 
like confectioners sugar
on the collar bone of my Pennsylvania wetland--
we wait for the blue heron who
walks with me in the guidance of a little brother--
only until i reach the Mexican border
which i cross with ease because they know
me-- they've seen be walk around before
and i take a sip from a cactus flower
which is more bitter than sweet like i thought it would 
be-- i had imagined it would taste like
blue cotton candy but it was more like old licorice
rope and lemon-- it's good enough to keep us going and
you know what's funny? it's shorter than you think!
the whole world fits in the blocks between my house
and the soy bean field that once grew corn 
all splotchy like a mustache-- it can fit between
the North and South poles of a main street
and between my house and your
welcome mat-- i don't ever wipe my feet
when i come home even though they're still
wet from fish heads and beaches and
broken she shells we pretend were never whole
to begin with
so i hope you don't mind the mess--
i come home to the world and walk
round it too.
it's best that way. that way i don't
forget how small a waist we all have
that i could fit under belt loop
bridges and wait for herons there.