As I Am Altered

There is no
nether world for me
no place of the dead;

but the air on the Earth
is made of compartments and
delicate passageways through the sky,

secret means of escape
seen only by the insects
or steering the course of birds.

Tiny fields of flowers
hide under the cold rocks
my hands don't know how to lift.

I will find a place to stay
even as an earthbound being.