With you, in moments,
I've spoken with my hands,
And up in the arms of a tree,
Sometimes
I've found myself a voice that flows like
sunlight through my fingers.

But there I am,
And maybe always.
If I were to climb down
and for a minute you were to stay,
You might watch me
and watch me walk
away,
Walk an open world with leafy hair,
In safe wonder,
And wind like a comfort to my chest.

But you know what you'd see,
You do know what I am,
In that certain way,
Certainly you've known the confusion in my smile,
Helped make us a path through each smiling day,
Watched me explain my mind to a tree.

There's a weight that sits in my ears
and you've felt it.
Stop,
And when you feel it
there's drunkenness to my gaze,
It's like it only follows wonky lines.

Yes,
There you are,
If nothing else, at least this has all been strange;
I think you see my conversation like this
little person who kind of just sits on my lips,
No expectation for it even to leave me.
You can just watch it there,
Swinging it's legs
and that's just enough.
It waits there
like a little sitting creature.

You have seen me.
Lying on the ground,
I have breathed the grass
and my clothes have been coloured by the sky.
All the little sticks and pebbles I have put my meanings into,
I have handed them to you,
And with them the warmth that I kept in my palms.
If nothing else,
I have moved and spoken like anything in this world,
Moved and spoken like this whole world itself,
And you have seen me exist.