the young leaves find me squinting through
and tilt back up towards the sky. i
see sun through them
now. i, myself, find
there is no one to push me so
i start myself
and let the wind do the rest.

i reckon that, if i were to die,
in the here and now of this exact spot,
i would want them to sew me
into my hammock (just like a
sailor, i would castaway, cast
away and lie forever here, staring at the sun)
and take me to the sea.
the clouds are not unlike the
ocean, you know.

05/22/2008

Posted on 07/01/2008
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