Trampoline

Oh cosmic

calm of

bodies in the winter.

So the stars move

in zigzagging waves

above this film which

should catapult us

to fall in 

constellation figures.

Our arms gracefully arched

to hold up the heavens.

We shivered with the

ethusiasm of a coming spring

its warmth in the breeze,

in our laughter

in the dark.

It rang in infinite airwaves

to mingle in the darkened fields.

We were exalted

into the celestial 

ceiling

to forever dwell in stars.