If this goes on much longer
will I still stand back straight
undaunted by material boundaries? How
will I still glow without your broad light?
Am I capable of independence? Or
outside your optimism and your influence,
will I be that louse driven from her post . . .
an animal unable to manage day to day alone?
I repeat to remember you saying
like nature says: In all ways,
grow up —
Be it in gravity or
gravity-less space; But
Three days of it and I
bend back towards insufficiency &
down into its cool protective layers.
I imagine moving — getting from this bed to another; But
I am outside motion and incapable of reaching far . . . of
even flowing with this weight from one terrace to another.
I cannot be outside the flow; it is merely a mind trap. Say it!
I am simply adrift in the flow and will adjust to the joys of free rein.