I am alone
in this mourning
making progress
with my arms
I want to hang
myself from a tree
—not like somebody’s
wet clothes
I could try to find
the deepest part
of the stream and
become a rock
For I long to
blend with landscape
because infestation
molests what I see
Makes me desire to
tear off my clothes
eat them
remove culture
Let my hair grow
in the movement of air
let the sun take
what it wants
I’ll stand
until I can’t
I’ll sit
until I sleep
I’ll lie
sacrificing my time
to the forces
—shape me!
Help me understand
what I have to do
to be leaf
I’ve come here
to view grains
my fingers trace
the sand
for a direct line
I’m not just
a visitor composing
’cause you’ve
given me the ability
Someday I’ll return
again to try to
merge into your
simple beautiful colors
