I wanted
to be
the dog but the dog
was too busy being the dog
I wanted to
be
the city but the city
was busy being
all those lights and steel
I
wanted to be
the mountain glacier but
the mountain glacier was too busy
melting and remembering when
it swept up across the landscape
I wanted to be
the cloud the sky but the cloud
was and the sky would not
relinquish its sets and rises
I wanted to be anything
but the sick and quarantined
but that is me
and so I must be the sick person
remembering to breathe
breathe breathe breathe
rest and get better
oh I did want to be
the cat but the cat
was busy being the cat
I wanted to be Santoka
but he would have
found the idea worth
but a laugh over sake
(it takes one to know one
Santoka who said if I can be
Santoka that will be enough)
I wanted
to be
zen but
zen was busy being zen
(and the analysis of any zen
practice ends up being decidedly
un zen)
I wanted to be
I wanted to be
I wanted to be
I wanted to be
I wanted to be buddha but
wantedwantedwantedwanted
wantedwantedwantedwant
edwantedwantedwantedwa
ntedwant
I WANTED TO BE
to be
bebebebebe
bebebebebebe
to be
breathinkscarwordfurpawclawfeather
fernconiferneedleleaffighoneybeecolibrí
pintaverdeonthewingwithapinkcorona
not quarantined
woodentrunkelephantbonebonsai
gardenharmonicawaterorcacardinalex
plodingballofgas
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