A river only flows downhill, | 1 |
And I work | 2 |
At losing my method, | 3 |
Of letting go into anything-- | 4 |
A feeling, a person, a poem. | 5 |
I want to laugh like my baby sister, | 6 |
Pure and joyful and unafraid of fear; | 7 |
I want to fall into your sunlight without thought; | 8 |
I want to empty my worries into paper bags and | 9 |
Leave them in a willow tree, fold myself into a | 10 |
Paper crane and wait on your doorstep | 11 |
Because I was unaware that in love | 12 |
There is a pulling of the abdomen; | 13 |
I wasn't told that a hurricane can appear | 14 |
without informing the meteorologists; | 15 |
I didn't know that a message is the cloud I mistook for shore, | 16 |
That the absence of a message is an ocean gash. | 17 |
| |
But, I want to learn the language of a foreign feeling; | 18 |
I want, you can see, a lot of things, | 19 |
And somehow they're an amalgam | 20 |
Of you. | 21 |