to travel the world,
to lose myself
in space;
my wish
is to be free
as a tree is
to stay forever
in one place—
to just do
the same thing
endlessly,
posed
like I don't care.
Such slender, double-
jointed limbs
would do neither
harm nor
irritable reaching;
such tender leaves
and gossamer flowers
would always be
oblivious
to their reality's contingency
and eagerly
invite beseeching.
However rooted, I
am sure
that beings like these
are less of the earth
than they are
of the air—and that,
for every ten minutes
which I endure here,
they, in their
reverie, have dreamed
a thousand years.
