it is not enough to sing

For our entire lives,
We’ve followed light and
The flight of birds –
Until the road divided
In its dreams.
Now we stop here and
Contemplate.
How far can we go from here?
These are the very hands everyone
Wants to kiss.
How deeper can we move
After orgasm?
It is not enough to follow light
It is not enough to sing.
That is why it becomes
Absolutely necessary to be the light itself,
To be the song itself, to be a drop of Mississippi
On the scorched face of the desert –
To be a giant door without lockers.
That is why new wings want to bud
All around us.