I am a child looking for parents.
I am softhearted stone
watching forever.
I wake at night to pull a thread
from a dream.
I do not want to hold the sky
anymore.
Drown in the ocean.
Say goodbye.
Forget how to remember.
I want to meet people
that are always clean
but hug children soiled from play.
I want to be poor
but have money for gifts.
Watch fires go out.
Snow fill up the cracks
of separation.
I want to breathe
and learn how to hold my breath.
I want to catch poems
leaving the nest of their works.
I want to say hello to the lonely.
Feel fog with my fingers.
Open the knock on a door,
and be at peace
in the middle of the world’s shouting.