A Hole in the Sky

There is a hole in the sky

The sea washed the sand
Rhythmically and sensually
It will never cease that massage

I walked at the boundary
Of the land and sea
Beckoned forward

By the hole in the sky

My arms felt as though
Puppet strings called them
To throw, like a round ball

Everything into it
Particularly those things
Which grieve me

I suddenly came to know
That the hole in the sky
Was also calling for me

Someday I'll fly through it
Drawn upward on puppet strings

And be gone