We were trying to refind the eye & brain
we had when we were pelicans,

but the wind came down, it had ten hands,
it had more mouths & took & took us far to sea.

The wind was not a fixing wind, not a fixing wind
who painted the door or fed the goats when we were sleeping.

It took us apart with its blue hands, this piece, this piece—
& delivered us to our simultaneous homes.

One home is there! One home is there! It said,
You have been this small before. Though you can't really

remember it, you were not always, always tall,
small, small thing, plural thing—