the living room stays like i left it.
also the food in the refrigerator,
and the air conditioning, finally set above frostbite.
i can go about my day all wrong, minus commentary.
my herd, you see, has scattered; distant figures, moving capably through space.
i’m fine. really.
i worry less, wonder more,
sleep deeply.
i am me, and they, themselves;
they carry a piece of my weightless heart. they fly.