…my mind is busy with juxtaposed thoughts of
ramblings and misgivings, intermittent nostalgia,
faces pictured in my memory no longer a call away
for where their souls reside need not a phone and
those who are still in the reach of my warm embrace
have since journeyed onto their chosen paths now
distantly ascended from mine
sometimes i wish to live the life of the quiet and
stillness of a sunflower who sways with the wind,
kissing the rays of the sun by day, letting bees and
butterflies upon its stamen play by day then under
the moon’s light kisses, the night’s lacrimal dew
rest on its petals awaiting to impress upon the
morning with its glittering delight
if i could be, for a moment, a mountain with my
head in the clouds or the sea crashing its waves
on promontories on shores letting sand between
its tides as they ebb and flow, or even to be a tree
where lovely birds perch and sing upon my limbs,
while breezes rustle my leaves
