PHASE TWO

I'm constantly remembering

that i have forgotten what i want to say.

while looking to a future

sharp and thrilling and pulsing-

i am sewing on animal tails,

and putting my ear to the ground.

in this time of everyone around me growing up,

i am growing down.

burying myself in the soil and humus,

blinding my eyes and losing thoughts

of little importance.

and brilliance.

a resurrection of nature is blooming inside

of my body.

i want to be filled with a sense of belonging;

and the whole wide world

and the big blue sky

these things make you feel important,

they need nothing

except for you to listen.

to them to you to understanding that it is the same thing.

i can not stop running

away from myself;

into these ideas made of seeds and dirt

and still dormant. 

even though i know that everyone else has learned, 

that,

this is impossible.

i am letting this small revolution

swallow me,

silently,

spitting out feathers.

image from the drifter and the gypsy