a tree only stands tall

because of its roots

buried so deep

so not to fall

but i never grew or sprouted

things as such to keep

i was yanked out of place

ungrounded

again

and then again

so instead of growing roots

into the next place i land

i count on the surety of leaving

the comfort in knowing

i could discover new sand

i am a nomad

adapted to this life

in fact

addicted

i will not grow roots if i stay

i will wilt and die

like a flower in a vase.