I live in the air in a white room with a blue-gray rug staring at a blue-gray screen and conjuring words I don't understand I live in the air and look out to the sea and on to the blur of Monterey fog that smudges the edge of my imagination I live in the air and remember my longing to touch the ground below the place I was promised was there I live in the air and like it as a badger likes his set for the eagle too is part of the earth