flower
then to find myself
flapping the hours
in a garden of weeds

I’d rather be a lone
starfish
on the shore
then to explore
in a sea full of mercury

I’d rather be a lone
feather
floating down the river
then stuck together
on eagles back

I’d rather be a lone
cloud
lying across the sky
then a loud
clap of thunder
rumbling nearby

I’d rather be a lone
head
deep in reverie
then lost in dead
men’s memory