Revising a Poem a Day in April

A Breeze

All I need is a breeze from the sky’s highest plane and I’m a lizard on a rock, letting sink into my cells the currents from a furnacethat never goes out,the way the heart’s never do.
I look up from my rockat the mare’s tail canopyand its frozen flowfind my need for the streaming heat,to imbibe the costume of lightuntil I am brightnessswallowing brightness
and have forgotten the facesof lost lovesin the sun’s.