Imagine being present 
and not locked 
away in some 
tower high above 
or put to 
sleep by some 
apple or swept 
away by some 
prince imagine your 
stopping your imagining 
because this is 
precisely what people 
do they live 
in their minds 
in their fairytales 
of a completely 
different life than 
the ones that 
they lead and 
they believe them
despite being nightmares 

I’m too
just too
too this
too that
too much 
too old 
too tired 
too to 
to anything 
too tall 
too large 
too loving 
too caring 
this too
is too 
to too

I have 
no where 
to get 
to because 
I’m already 
here here
is where 
where I’ve 
always been 
but couldn’t 
recognize because 
of all 
of the 
others standing 
in front 
but now 
oh now 
they’re gone 
as gone 
ones do 
and I 
have finally 
found me
right here 
right where 
I have 
always been 

And like 
a bird
on a 
wire I 
sit looking 
thinking seeing 
things places
to go 
people to 
disturb not 
a care
in the 
world except 
to fly 
and fly
and fly

Trees grow 
sometimes up
sometimes out 
sometimes over 
they grow 
taller and 
broader and 
stronger they 
start small 
then they 
loom large 
they become 
they become 
a place 
a thing 
a sanctuary 
they shade
they move 
they remain 
trees are
like people