Alaska

One, two, three

Last month in Alaska
The pattern of my life laid out
And I asked what I′d been asking you
Like trees repeat, like numerals do
Like a ladder to the atmosphere
The rungs each come again and again

And I let it
Land me down and tether me
‘Til I get it

When we landed in Orlando
And the local time was 11:11
The pilot had his eyes closed
Through that opalescent open road
And then time spread and expanded
The lines fanned out across the land

And I let it
Land me down and tether me
′Til I get it

Can I leave the canopy
Forever?
And land me down eternally