Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

A prisoner of gravity
and every other
earth bound tragedy.

Church bells, helicopters and teeth.
Imaginations fall wide and deep
from the safety of borders.

Breath deep, stretch, expand
unclench for Christ sake.
If I could just leave this body
temporarily.
Small moments adrift.

What freedom, what prime
real estate, what space.
Floating above my own
chaos.

Talk about the other.