I am so many parts
\nI\u2019ve lost my place.
\nI want to be innocent.
\nA tern flying above the sea.
\nThe only moon in the heavens.
\nI do not want loneliness.
\nTo be lost in a crowd.
\nTo bruise my toes
\non too many stones.<\/p>\n
I want to encounter
\nthe one sentinel in the woods.
\nThe highest tree.
\nThe one shy soul
\nin the raucous of a mob.
\nSolitude in a new city.
\nMy place in a fog.
\nThe fingers of time
\nteasing me with its minutes
\nrolling into the past.<\/p>\n
What did I say to myself
\nwithout words?
\nWhat did I feel
\nin the first snow?
\nWhat did I want
\nwhen I fell in love
\nfor the first time?<\/p>\n
I want to be the place
\non the page,
\nwhere the words are written.
\nOutside the fence
\nreaching in.
\nAnd when I find my place,
\nI want the world
\nto travel to me,
\nand forget
\nwhich side of the world I\u2019m on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am so many parts I\u2019ve lost my place. I want to be innocent. A tern flying above the sea. The only moon in the…<\/p>\n