woodandhoney

I couldn’t sleep so I crept downstairs to the backyard

I sat in that swing under the Palapa and

I wondered what I could possibly have to say to this world

That it doesn’t already know

That it doesn’t show me how to do ten times better

What do I know of being in flight?

How can I explain vast to the moon?

Or rich to the soil that nourishes roots?

I think of love

What knowledge can four limbs hold that the fir tree doesn’t already know?

I only woke up to say I want to better love this world

I couldn’t sleep when I was burning with it

I couldn’t sleep when my body had the urge to run through all my other lives

I try to still my breathing.

I want to learn to listen.

I want to learn to let go

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