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 

It’s a scratch 
sometimes a tickle 
yet always there 
sometimes it’s comfort
other times confusing
frequently it ignites 
while others ignores
but it’s always 
and its always 
now being there
never causes boredom 
for it moves
from heart to 
mind to soul 
to hands to 
lips to body 
like a bird
which flies somewhere 
else always familiar 

It’s when 
my name 
doesn’t do 
and you 
call me
something else 
that I 
always know 
I’ve burrowed 
into one 
of your 
heart’s nooks 
and crannies 
and that
I will 
always be 
welcome there