Because I get out of bed every morning on purpose. / Because I get out of bed every morning with purpose. / Because I moved the bed into the corner to give my feet, / to give my body more room to feel itself on the ground. / Because “the ground” is the hardwood floor / of a third floor walk up in an old part of Brooklyn. / Because the third floor puts me far from the earth, / because the third floor puts me up in “the air.” / Because where else do I belong but the sky. / Because where could we be but the sky. / Because three flights up, I am climbing out the window / with legs at strange angles, / because the roof is the next flight up / and it’s been how long since I stood this full of purpose, three feet from a / long-hanging cloud. / Because I am a long-hanging cloud and your feet are on the ground / of a third floor walk up / as you wake up / in an old apartment / on purpose.