reincarnation

Somewhere else I am a gob of branch and wind rocking glittery leaf. I am gray field that moves a sea, my body changing light with current. I am the thin ray that bends to stroke an old face. Nursing each groove of it like water over stone. I am also the face hot and rough but loose under the hair; two open palms for its squat neck.  I am eyes closed, mouth parted to exhale sandalwood and smoke.