I would like to put my palms before me.
Spread the fingers far apart
and watch daphne trees sprout between them.
Raise the trunks way up in the sky
until they reach mystic Titan
and its sirens at the bottom of the lake.
I would like for the tops to stop the winds
and hurricanes coming my way.
****** away the worries and anxieties.
Hide at the roots in calm silence.
I would like for my skin
to turn transparent
and then dissolve into gray and blue smoke.
If I could I would let my muscles melt
into crimson jelly
and let it drip through my nostrils.
Let the blood feed the soil at my feet
so that yellow and red tulips
grow up to my knees.
Crush my bones into a fine white powder
and let it drift away.
Vanish me into the air
and let me mix with all that is beautiful.