calm is the mind
            of the tree
                        whose leaves fall-
                                    inevitably
                        to the ground
                        to their end

Yet my mind
            Races-
                        as death
                                    everyday growing nearer
                        stands on his hind legs
                                    mocking me
                                    asking-
                                                are you comfortable?
                                                are you happy?

I long for the serenity
            of the forest
            of the tall oak
                        so that he may teach-
                                    patience
                                                to this broken soul