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Writer's pictureZachary Brett Charles

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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