head but
mysterious spot, you stop, stand
still and watch
strange boomerang birds—cutting
ribbons of cloud from the low-
hanging sky;
you exhale
again,
and you feel
the white wind
begin to carry
what might be
your last breath away—how far?
This is a decent question, but it isn't
the best one.
Is this what you really
want? chides
the breeze, To be
free?—in that case, don't you see
how you'll always
be irrevocably
bound to something?
You don't want to
hear this; you insist you're not
stuck—and neither
are you lost,
you've just gone
somewhere new
and decided
not to move.
not to move.
There's a huge difference
between the two;
no response
of course—but just look
who
you're arguing with.
