[Camachee]

she wrote
from houston
seldom alone
but celebrating
sufficating

[January24th]

Yes,
I think
on certain days
I would like
flying in a balloon
on days when I don't give a damn
where I go
or where I land
abandon myself to the wind,
like a hopeful seed
from some wistful flower

i'd plant myself
near new vistas
new neighbors
and grow naturally
to be as beautiful
as all the dreams
held deep
inside this
husk of humiliation

my roots would sigh
in the rich loam
of life,
wriggling with joy
like a child's toes will
in the tides and sands
of summer beaches.
my chin would
point impudently
at the sun
my leafy arms
would gather in
the day
drinking in dews and desires
as if life depended on them

yes,
on certain days
dangerous, delightful breezes
call me upward
tugging at my tatters
until i just
have to
let go...