Sometimes, I need to be unknown.
To scatter my own ashes on the breeze,
Covering my trail, in secret woodlands, unmarked.
I need to go where no one knows me,
Where the reeds and the cattails make no comment
Where the spring peepers keep a’peeping –
Whether I am there, or not.
I need to go where no one knows me, under canvass skylines stretched over horizons,
So I know, again, that I am only a small, pale dot in the magnificence of things.
To be pure and silent, soft and rootless,
To follow the evening on its coattails to the first star on the horizon,
The landscape: breathless and buzzing with potential-
To turn off and tune in to the breeze and the painted sky-lights
To streak my soul across sky and soil,
And to dissolve into them all.
I need to go
Where no one knows me,
Because it is there, outside the world of words and prisons,
In the green beltway, among the humming buzz of insects and the cool breeze at my toes,
I finally forget to feel
Alone.