All that sunlight cuts me off.
When it’s night finally,
the stars look hopeful and crisp.
This air is everywhere
at the same time
and for a second,
I can feel the rest of the world.
This wind is in Istanbul and Mozambique-
I see the dancing.
I hear the drums.
Right now Johnny Depp is breathing
We are not as far apart as we seem on TV.
All the carbon that comes out of my mouth
goes into his
and that man who sells banana pancakes
on Ko San Road,
the mangled boy in Delhi who lives on a square skateboard,
and Sebastien, who I stood up at the Louvre.
we are here
under these stars
I feel the wind on my face.