Soil and Roots (2019)
Sitting, looking, dreaming as I gazed into the beyond.
Subtle was the feeling that the things I saw would never make me full.
The hunger. The loss. The want.
They were stronger and so I reached.
And reached.
Like a lopsided tree, I grew, until I fell.
On my back, I gaze up and wonder,
what if I grew my roots in lieu of my branches?
