long before I asked
I was warned of wanting more
than a hand could keep
a being could tie down
more than trees
the forest held
stories to the dark
stems
to fill a vase
(to mend a heart)

always there
the evidence
that more had surely been
even words
were left with pages
in the back
the taste of something
never known
weighted on the tongue
and shoes
never fit me
very long

longing spooled
as ribbon
weaved into my heart
vines forever pulling me away
from just enough
content as some
tho I could never be
the same as even one
to come before

beyond the thickest weeds
I slept
in meadows of the gods
searched the sky
for planets
surely crossed
cycles born to wing-ed giants
whispers (leg to leg)
rivers running backwards
to the stone

where was I
before my eyes were open
longing swirled
beyond the fields
I know