I would like to be free of all things,
various longings for instance, and the
morning that insists on waking, and the
owing of a backward glance. How easy
it is to clutter a moment--one want
and the litheness is gone. The same
story with our animal-pulls, memories
that bind. See how emancipated the
wind is. Look at that boundless blue.
I want to be that cloud, careening.