Beyond Poesy

I stand at the hairline of a hill

I almost touch the sky

I cannot fly, birdlike

I dwell in the midst of branches

And watch through the mosaic

I cannot flower

I stoop to pick up my pen

Unbeknownst to all, I crawl around

I cannot wonder, childlike

Upon grassy knolls I sit

Carefully, upon the grass

I cannot kiss, dew-like

What binds…

What it is to let go…

I understand, slowly

And glow within

I cannot shine, sun-like

In the sporadic interludes of an epoch’s slipstream

I perceive the human birth come full-circle

I cannot become whole, moon-like

To those who wished to fell me

I wish wellbeing

I would blossom amid

Those who would see me buried

I cannot reign graceful, God-like

Neither can you

And hence the world…

Must show fealty

To innumerable verses